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 Cameroon and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
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 sitar 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 Pierre Henry to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb 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 theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Max Romeo,
Rapeman,
R.M.O.,
Lou Christie,
FM Einheit,
The Walker Brothers,
Anakelly,
Lindisfarne,
Monks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joy Division,
Grauzone,
Goldenarms,
Camouflage,
Ultimate Spinach,
Agitation Free,
Matthew Bourne,
Crispian St. Peters,
Amon Düül II,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scan 7,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pierre Henry,
Barrington Levy,
Country Teasers,
Echospace,
Bobby Byrd,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Icehouse,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jawbox,
New York Dolls,
Tim Buckley,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eric B and Rakim,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Residents,
Aloha Tigers,
Ken Boothe,
Skarface,
New Age Steppers,
Colin Newman,
Thompson Twins,
Michelle Simonal,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mantronix,
Byron Stingily,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Von Mondo,
Radio Birdman,
Circle Jerks,
Sugar Minott,
Ralphi Rosario,
Can,
The Associates,
Moby Grape,
Amazonics,
the Association,
Dead Boys,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.