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 Ireland and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe 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 John Holt to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Barry Ungar,
The Blues Magoos,
Franke,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Misunderstood,
ABC,
Livin' Joy,
Brass Construction,
Anthony Braxton,
Minnie Riperton,
Gang Starr,
X-102,
Hardrive,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Zero Boys,
Eric B and Rakim,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Connie Case,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Detroit Cobras,
Spoonie Gee,
Godley & Creme,
Massinfluence,
Agent Orange,
Harpers Bizarre,
Q65,
Unrelated Segments,
Jandek,
Mr. Review,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Grass Roots,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Remains,
Soul II Soul,
Sexual Harrassment,
Liliput,
The Leaves,
Oneida,
Quantec,
Nirvana,
Bill Near,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Mummies,
K-Klass,
X-Ray Spex,
L. Decosne,
Icehouse,
Marmalade,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Zapp,
Black Bananas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tom Boy,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.