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 Ecuador and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Agent Orange to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a marimba 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 harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Blossom Toes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ituana,
Jandek,
Moebius,
Chris Corsano,
The Mummies,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lyres,
The Star Department,
Siglo XX,
Underground Resistance,
Motorama,
Tomorrow,
Tim Buckley,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
8 Eyed Spy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eurythmics,
10cc,
Jeff Lynne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Slits,
Fat Boys,
Pierre Henry,
James White and The Blacks,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Fania All-Stars,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kenny Larkin,
Sugar Minott,
Bobby Womack,
Cluster,
John Coltrane,
Ice-T,
The Names,
Junior Murvin,
The Black Dice,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sight & Sound,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hardrive,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Smiths,
The Pretty Things,
Darondo,
Robert Wyatt,
Yaz,
EPMD,
Eli Mardock,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The New Christs,
Sex Pistols,
Y Pants,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Banda Bassotti,
Marc Almond,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.