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 Nicaragua and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rhythm & Sound to the disco 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar 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 arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
This Heat,
Joey Negro,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Glenn Branca,
The Mummies,
The Gladiators,
Wasted Youth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sun Ra,
8 Eyed Spy,
Metal Thangz,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Man Parrish,
Drexciya,
Saccharine Trust,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scion,
Index,
Second Layer,
Yusef Lateef,
Boredoms,
Howard Jones,
Johnny Osbourne,
Alice Coltrane,
The Dirtbombs,
Jimmy McGriff,
H. Thieme,
Harry Pussy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Grass Roots,
Echospace,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roxette,
Marine Girls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Blake Baxter,
Kas Product,
China Crisis,
The Martian,
Tubeway Army,
Outsiders,
The New Christs,
Black Moon,
Idris Muhammad,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Con Funk Shun,
Aswad,
Leonard Cohen,
Tommy Roe,
The Fire Engines,
Lungfish,
Audionom,
The Invisible,
Pulsallama,
Radio Birdman,
Simply Red,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.