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 Dominica and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer 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 Blancmange to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a clarinet 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 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?
Aswad,
Hasil Adkins,
The Trojans,
the Slits,
Scratch Acid,
Television Personalities,
Todd Rundgren,
the Germs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Techniques,
Tim Buckley,
KRS-One,
Aloha Tigers,
Wolf Eyes,
Lalann,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Bananas,
Motorama,
L. Decosne,
Brand Nubian,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Saints,
LL Cool J,
Rapeman,
The Grass Roots,
The Offenders,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jimmy McGriff,
Don Cherry,
Camberwell Now,
Patti Smith,
Duran Duran,
Bobby Byrd,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joe Finger,
The Knickerbockers,
Scan 7,
The Monochrome Set,
The Blackbyrds,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pylon,
Alton Ellis,
Steve Hackett,
Funky Four + One,
Ralphi Rosario,
Yusef Lateef,
Magma,
Metal Thangz,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soulsonic Force,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cal Tjader,
Rosa Yemen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Index,
Sight & Sound,
David Axelrod,
Frankie Knuckles,
Skriet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.