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 Palau and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Glambeats Corp. to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer 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 linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
The Golliwogs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ponytail,
Mary Jane Girls,
Neil Young,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cymande,
Soul II Soul,
Minny Pops,
Wire,
Graham Central Station,
Sight & Sound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Unrelated Segments,
Dead Boys,
EPMD,
Magma,
Bootsy Collins,
Sun Ra,
Wally Richardson,
The Fall,
The Moody Blues,
Quadrant,
Fela Kuti,
Ohio Players,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ash Ra Tempel,
ABBA,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joensuu 1685,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Matthew Halsall,
Dark Day,
Barry Ungar,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marine Girls,
Ken Boothe,
Isaac Hayes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Chrome,
World's Most,
Alice Coltrane,
Dual Sessions,
Roxette,
Harmonia,
Mad Mike,
Massinfluence,
Pere Ubu,
Smog,
Anakelly,
Heaven 17,
Au Pairs,
The Dead C,
Ossler,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Pus,
The Fortunes,
Joy Division,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.