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 Thailand and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Anakelly to the jazz 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
PIL,
Soft Cell,
Spandau Ballet,
Jeff Mills,
Tomorrow,
Fatback Band,
Lungfish,
Black Pus,
Surgeon,
Camberwell Now,
Roy Ayers,
CMW,
The Dead C,
R.M.O.,
Eden Ahbez,
Gang Green,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Slits,
The Doors,
ABC,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hardrive,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Gap Band,
New Age Steppers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Icehouse,
Lalann,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Cale,
Radiohead,
Suicide,
David Bowie,
Lindisfarne,
Sandy B,
Roger Hodgson,
Sonic Youth,
Johnny Osbourne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Knickerbockers,
Cymande,
The Music Machine,
Organ,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobby Womack,
the Sonics,
Ten City,
Quando Quango,
Peter and Kerry,
The Mojo Men,
Country Teasers,
New Order,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Black Dice,
Davy DMX,
Porter Ricks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gong,
The Last Poets,
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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.