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 Bolivia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Saccharine Trust to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a theremin 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 marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Trumans Water,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scion,
Joe Smooth,
The Fuzztones,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sixth Finger,
Minutemen,
Livin' Joy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Zero Boys,
cv313,
Los Fastidios,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sun City Girls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
AZ,
Juan Atkins,
Jeff Mills,
Quantec,
Maleditus Sound,
Dead Boys,
Crooked Eye,
Au Pairs,
Aswad,
David Axelrod,
Robert Görl,
Marc Almond,
Scan 7,
Junior Murvin,
Carl Craig,
Pantytec,
Jandek,
The Raincoats,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Brass Construction,
Schoolly D,
10cc,
Erasure,
Nas,
Von Mondo,
Talk Talk,
Al Stewart,
The Neon Judgement,
Prince Buster,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Warsaw,
Rufus Thomas,
Skarface,
Todd Terry,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Cramps,
The Gladiators,
The Mighty Diamonds,
LL Cool J,
Accadde A,
Eddi Front,
Rakim,
Electric Prunes,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.