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 Monaco and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Symarip to the funk 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a sitar 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 organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sight & Sound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Barrington Levy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scientists,
The Star Department,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
EPMD,
Adolescents,
The Pretty Things,
The Sonics,
Mad Mike,
The Neon Judgement,
Maleditus Sound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Quadrant,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Matthew Bourne,
Y Pants,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ice-T,
Outsiders,
Pere Ubu,
Panda Bear,
The Gun Club,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pagans,
Flipper,
Buzzcocks,
Mission of Burma,
The Young Rascals,
Soft Machine,
Boredoms,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Skriet,
Brass Construction,
MC5,
Bush Tetras,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Cure,
Circle Jerks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Gladiators,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fall,
Heaven 17,
Pet Shop Boys,
UT,
Sixth Finger,
Jerry's Kids,
Roger Hodgson,
Soulsonic Force,
The Golliwogs,
Wings,
Ultimate Spinach,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.