Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Ecuador and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Kas Product to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Monolake,
Jawbox,
Eric Dolphy,
The Tremeloes,
Porter Ricks,
Japan,
Flipper,
Easy Going,
The Cowsills,
Echospace,
R.M.O.,
Max Romeo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fear,
Matthew Bourne,
Magazine,
Tres Demented,
The Kinks,
Crash Course in Science,
The Mojo Men,
Vladislav Delay,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hashim,
Iggy Pop,
Banda Bassotti,
Terrestrial Tones,
Laurel Aitken,
Slick Rick,
Mantronix,
Loose Ends,
Pole,
Country Teasers,
Inner City,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bootsy Collins,
FM Einheit,
F. McDonald,
Funkadelic,
Bob Dylan,
Drexciya,
Lebanon Hanover,
Thompson Twins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Schoolly D,
Rod Modell,
Radiopuhelimet,
Morten Harket,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cecil Taylor,
Clear Light,
Can,
One Last Wish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Stetsasonic,
The Golliwogs,
Kurtis Blow,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.