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 Gabon and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fugazi to the electroclash 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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar 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 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
The Red Krayola,
Parry Music,
Terry Callier,
Nirvana,
Ponytail,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sonic Youth,
D'Angelo,
T. Rex,
Max Romeo,
Talk Talk,
Deepchord,
48th St. Collective,
Anthony Braxton,
Tommy Roe,
Aural Exciters,
Skriet,
Visage,
Stereo Dub,
Slick Rick,
Maurizio,
The Last Poets,
Marshall Jefferson,
Idris Muhammad,
Trumans Water,
Henry Cow,
Arcadia,
Aloha Tigers,
Subhumans,
The Remains,
Maleditus Sound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Section 25,
Neu!,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Whodini,
X-101,
Mantronix,
Ronnie Foster,
Sister Nancy,
Von Mondo,
Symarip,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lalann,
Funky Four + One,
Joe Smooth,
Mandrill,
Jacob Miller,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Victims,
Dark Day,
Sight & Sound,
Pole,
The Birthday Party,
Aaron Thompson,
Jeff Lynne,
Grey Daturas,
The Black Dice,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.