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 Austria and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Derrick Morgan to the techno 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes 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 oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mo-Dettes,
Outsiders,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ituana,
Electric Prunes,
Davy DMX,
The Happenings,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Remains,
The Index,
Severed Heads,
Guru Guru,
X-102,
Scion,
Pussy Galore,
Boredoms,
The Birthday Party,
Hashim,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bill Near,
Wally Richardson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Boz Scaggs,
La Düsseldorf,
Mr. Review,
Pet Shop Boys,
Half Japanese,
Scott Walker,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Mojo Men,
Q and Not U,
Soft Cell,
Radio Birdman,
The Grass Roots,
Moebius,
The Names,
Little Man,
Cheater Slicks,
Morten Harket,
Drexciya,
Con Funk Shun,
The Dead C,
DJ Sneak,
Todd Terry,
Thompson Twins,
The Sound,
Cluster,
Sight & Sound,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marmalade,
LL Cool J,
Sam Rivers,
Joe Smooth,
Infiniti,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Crash Course in Science,
Q65,
The Moleskins,
Grey Daturas,
Black Pus,
Maurizio,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.