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 Malta and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Technova to the rap 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Symarip,
Blossom Toes,
Wire,
Bluetip,
Chris & Cosey,
PIL,
Lucky Dragons,
Isaac Hayes,
Dead Boys,
the Germs,
Boredoms,
The Names,
These Immortal Souls,
Dual Sessions,
The Slits,
Underground Resistance,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fluxion,
Jeff Lynne,
Grauzone,
Yazoo,
Blake Baxter,
Drexciya,
Rosa Yemen,
The Litter,
Todd Rundgren,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Minor Threat,
Eden Ahbez,
Iggy Pop,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marc Almond,
Slave,
Jimmy McGriff,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rakim,
E-Dancer,
Don Cherry,
Wasted Youth,
The Detroit Cobras,
K-Klass,
Goldenarms,
Harry Pussy,
Massinfluence,
Pantytec,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bad Manners,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Camberwell Now,
Sam Rivers,
Buzzcocks,
The Cowsills,
Gerry Rafferty,
Derrick May,
This Heat,
Yellowson,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.