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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Max Romeo to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Boredoms,
Tropical Tobacco,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fortunes,
Liliput,
Theoretical Girls,
The Tremeloes,
Mad Mike,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Flag,
Radio Birdman,
Scientists,
Robert Hood,
The Toasters,
Brick,
Public Enemy,
Sandy B,
Bobby Sherman,
Eden Ahbez,
Sight & Sound,
Procol Harum,
Don Cherry,
Kevin Saunderson,
JFA,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stereo Dub,
Pierre Henry,
Bluetip,
Goldenarms,
James White and The Blacks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Count Five,
Tim Buckley,
The Beau Brummels,
Monks,
The Sonics,
Surgeon,
Susan Cadogan,
Gong,
Mandrill,
Sam Rivers,
the Soft Cell,
The Cramps,
Popol Vuh,
Jeru the Damaja,
Parry Music,
Chris Corsano,
Pagans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Slits,
Pulsallama,
Mark Hollis,
Siglo XX,
One Last Wish,
June of 44,
Pet Shop Boys,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Slackers,
Whodini,
Patti Smith,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.