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 Hungary and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
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 snare 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 The Pretty Things 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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rekid,
Hardrive,
Wire,
Rufus Thomas,
Patti Smith,
Interpol,
Pierre Henry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Anthony Braxton,
Nick Fraelich,
Harry Pussy,
Moss Icon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ludus,
Tubeway Army,
Soulsonic Force,
Alphaville,
Traffic Nightmare,
Chris Corsano,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Neil Young,
Mission of Burma,
Model 500,
Bluetip,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dead Boys,
Warsaw,
Sex Pistols,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Gladiators,
Josef K,
Judy Mowatt,
The Remains,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pussy Galore,
Fela Kuti,
Amon Düül,
The Birthday Party,
Ten City,
Funkadelic,
This Heat,
Black Pus,
Sound Behaviour,
Alice Coltrane,
Bad Manners,
Eric Copeland,
Shuggie Otis,
The Stooges,
Motorama,
Max Romeo,
John Lydon,
Johnny Clarke,
B.T. Express,
Lalann,
Black Moon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.