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 Belgium and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Pulsallama to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a mellotron 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 spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
The Standells,
B.T. Express,
Roxy Music,
Alton Ellis,
These Immortal Souls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Average White Band,
A Certain Ratio,
The Monochrome Set,
Tears for Fears,
Pierre Henry,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ice-T,
The Gladiators,
Sight & Sound,
Andrew Hill,
John Holt,
Judy Mowatt,
Kenny Larkin,
Minor Threat,
Echospace,
Blossom Toes,
a-ha,
Accadde A,
Lebanon Hanover,
Todd Terry,
Goldenarms,
The Skatalites,
Radiopuhelimet,
Minnie Riperton,
The New Christs,
Surgeon,
Bob Dylan,
Sonic Youth,
Isaac Hayes,
John Lydon,
Can,
Grandmaster Flash,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Aswad,
Boz Scaggs,
The Human League,
Grey Daturas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cybotron,
Fat Boys,
Masters at Work,
The Moody Blues,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Talk Talk,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Theoretical Girls,
Shuggie Otis,
The Grass Roots,
Darondo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Organ,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Sonics,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.