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 Mongolia and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sister Nancy to the jazz 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet 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 mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Index,
Harpers Bizarre,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Human League,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Sound,
The J.B.'s,
The Smoke,
The Five Americans,
Pylon,
Section 25,
Siglo XX,
Scientists,
Amon Düül II,
Jawbox,
Sällskapet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Electric Prunes,
Gabor Szabo,
Monks,
EPMD,
Lakeside,
Procol Harum,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Letta Mbulu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gong,
Black Flag,
MDC,
Ultimate Spinach,
X-101,
Swell Maps,
Grauzone,
DJ Sneak,
Gang Starr,
Lou Christie,
The Birthday Party,
The Cowsills,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jandek,
Laurel Aitken,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Interpol,
Outsiders,
Harry Pussy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Davy DMX,
Porter Ricks,
Bobby Womack,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Motions,
Delta 5,
Man Parrish,
Zero Boys,
Massinfluence,
Morten Harket,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cymande,
Q and Not U,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.