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 Cameroon and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the oboe 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 Suburban Knight to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord 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 snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scientists,
Gang Starr,
Zapp,
Derrick Morgan,
The Star Department,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Brick,
Marvin Gaye,
Average White Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soft Cell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nirvana,
Fat Boys,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Trojans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Isaac Hayes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Hasil Adkins,
Swell Maps,
Donald Byrd,
Smog,
Buzzcocks,
Man Parrish,
Roxy Music,
The Pretty Things,
Crash Course in Science,
Moss Icon,
48th St. Collective,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Basic Channel,
Ornette Coleman,
Lyres,
Graham Central Station,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Newcleus,
Harry Pussy,
Erykah Badu,
Cybotron,
Ponytail,
The Seeds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Boz Scaggs,
K-Klass,
Inner City,
The Sound,
Kenny Larkin,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jesper Dahlback,
cv313,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Danielle Patucci,
China Crisis,
The Blues Magoos,
Kayak,
June Days,
Lou Christie,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.