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 Namibia and from Manila.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Slick Rick to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba 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 oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
ABC,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Todd Terry,
David Bowie,
Barrington Levy,
The Tremeloes,
Barbara Tucker,
Janne Schatter,
Con Funk Shun,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lalann,
The Count Five,
The Techniques,
Whodini,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Howard Jones,
The Move,
Soft Cell,
Eden Ahbez,
The Doors,
Panda Bear,
Ken Boothe,
Mr. Review,
Max Romeo,
Scientists,
Dennis Brown,
Scrapy,
Roger Hodgson,
Connie Case,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Seeds,
Q and Not U,
Tomorrow,
Junior Murvin,
Funkadelic,
The Pop Group,
Sister Nancy,
The Cowsills,
The Flesh Eaters,
Groovy Waters,
Main Source,
Tommy Roe,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Martian,
The Raincoats,
D'Angelo,
Pere Ubu,
Livin' Joy,
The Skatalites,
Man Parrish,
The Grass Roots,
Brick,
The Offenders,
Rosa Yemen,
Peter & Gordon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crooked Eye,
PIL,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.