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 Poland and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the jazz 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
La Düsseldorf,
Country Teasers,
Scrapy,
Accadde A,
Janne Schatter,
Harmonia,
Gong,
Goldenarms,
Adolescents,
China Crisis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Traffic Nightmare,
Severed Heads,
Urselle,
Quantec,
Jacques Brel,
MDC,
Gabor Szabo,
Idris Muhammad,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lower 48,
Bluetip,
Bobby Womack,
Radio Birdman,
Monks,
Carl Craig,
Moebius,
AZ,
the Association,
The Cure,
Pierre Henry,
The Trojans,
The Litter,
Bill Wells,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Oblivians,
Unwound,
The Names,
Soft Cell,
Sandy B,
Outsiders,
Von Mondo,
Gang Starr,
The Skatalites,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Trumans Water,
Morten Harket,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ultimate Spinach,
Girls At Our Best!,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Aaron Thompson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Depeche Mode,
Saccharine Trust,
The Shadows of Knight,
Loose Ends,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.