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 Lesotho and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Funkadelic 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet 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 harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
KRS-One,
Magazine,
The Skatalites,
Max Romeo,
Hot Snakes,
Popol Vuh,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gang Green,
Gichy Dan,
Infiniti,
Nik Kershaw,
Excepter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Spandau Ballet,
Andrew Hill,
Cecil Taylor,
Neu!,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobby Byrd,
Hasil Adkins,
Rotary Connection,
Average White Band,
Kayak,
Maurizio,
Faust,
Leonard Cohen,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jandek,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sonic Youth,
Goldenarms,
The Fugs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Oneida,
Underground Resistance,
Scan 7,
Make Up,
Rekid,
Joyce Sims,
The Fall,
Aural Exciters,
The Zeros,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rosa Yemen,
Whodini,
PIL,
Peter and Kerry,
Pantaleimon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wings,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Moody Blues,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Babytalk,
Circle Jerks,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.