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 Costa Rica and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Warren Ellis to the jazz 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator 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 rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Byron Stingily,
Barry Ungar,
the Bar-Kays,
Youth Brigade,
The Selecter,
Whodini,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
kango's stein massive,
Nas,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Amon Düül II,
Fad Gadget,
The Divine Comedy,
Jeff Lynne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Robert Wyatt,
The Electric Prunes,
Negative Approach,
Harry Pussy,
The Residents,
U.S. Maple,
Sonic Youth,
Mad Mike,
Arcadia,
the Germs,
Popol Vuh,
Moss Icon,
David Bowie,
Das Ding,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Frankie Knuckles,
Heaven 17,
Nirvana,
Sam Rivers,
Mo-Dettes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
FM Einheit,
Dave Gahan,
Dual Sessions,
The Human League,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Todd Terry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Minny Pops,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Saccharine Trust,
Tears for Fears,
Jesper Dahlback,
Camberwell Now,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pagans,
The Last Poets,
The Martian,
Intrusion,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.