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 Palau and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Con Funk Shun to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 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 chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Lou Reed,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Pus,
Maurizio,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Desert Stars,
Los Fastidios,
New Order,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Germs,
Minnie Riperton,
the Association,
Sun City Girls,
The Neon Judgement,
Chrome,
Hot Snakes,
Panda Bear,
Shoche,
Siglo XX,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Crispian St. Peters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gong,
Flipper,
the Soft Cell,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wire,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Real Kids,
Quantec,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dual Sessions,
Byron Stingily,
the Swans,
The Birthday Party,
LL Cool J,
Aloha Tigers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Skaos,
Bauhaus,
Lightning Bolt,
Terrestrial Tones,
Thee Headcoats,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobby Womack,
Jeff Lynne,
Chris Corsano,
Intrusion,
Roxette,
The Motions,
Harmonia,
Avey Tare,
Little Man,
Make Up,
Piero Umiliani,
L. Decosne,
The Leaves,
Stiv Bators,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.