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 the UAE and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 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 DJ Sneak to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Nas,
Fluxion,
Todd Terry,
X-101,
Eyeless In Gaza,
These Immortal Souls,
Circle Jerks,
The Buckinghams,
Quando Quango,
Ornette Coleman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Henry Cow,
Neil Young,
EPMD,
Rod Modell,
Carl Craig,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pantaleimon,
One Last Wish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Yazoo,
John Foxx,
Cameo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gang Green,
Yusef Lateef,
Peter and Kerry,
Theoretical Girls,
The Electric Prunes,
The Saints,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soulsonic Force,
Royal Trux,
Funky Four + One,
Surgeon,
Sun City Girls,
Anthony Braxton,
Joe Finger,
Eve St. Jones,
Soul II Soul,
Skriet,
Jacob Miller,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Red Krayola,
Harmonia,
Ultimate Spinach,
Supertramp,
Aswad,
Sugar Minott,
Hashim,
Lungfish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Human League,
Josef K,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Cramps,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.