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 Bolivia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Associates,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roger Hodgson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Duran Duran,
The Grass Roots,
The Flesh Eaters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cal Tjader,
The Golliwogs,
Jeff Mills,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dawn Penn,
The Index,
Au Pairs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
L. Decosne,
Yellowson,
Maurizio,
Average White Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Pop Group,
Fatback Band,
Nirvana,
Das Ding,
Alphaville,
Soft Machine,
Donny Hathaway,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Pus,
Arthur Verocai,
Niagra,
The Evens,
Ituana,
EPMD,
Nick Fraelich,
Wolf Eyes,
Second Layer,
Susan Cadogan,
Eddi Front,
Yaz,
Brothers Johnson,
cv313,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Barracudas,
Fat Boys,
Ossler,
Aloha Tigers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Busters,
Gang Starr,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bush Tetras,
Sister Nancy,
Scott Walker,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.