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 Czech Republic and from Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Derrick May to the dance 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Gang Starr,
Connie Case,
Minor Threat,
Talk Talk,
Mandrill,
Jimmy McGriff,
Q and Not U,
Tommy Roe,
Cameo,
Fear,
La Düsseldorf,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Au Pairs,
Laurel Aitken,
The Blackbyrds,
Henry Cow,
Country Teasers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Howard Jones,
Suburban Knight,
Basic Channel,
Wally Richardson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nils Olav,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wolf Eyes,
Symarip,
Nico,
Excepter,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scientists,
John Coltrane,
Jandek,
Inner City,
The New Christs,
James White and The Blacks,
Lou Reed,
The Busters,
Tears for Fears,
Althea and Donna,
Colin Newman,
Trumans Water,
The Toasters,
Blossom Toes,
Simply Red,
Ludus,
Reagan Youth,
Faust,
Mark Hollis,
Altered Images,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Gun Club,
Joe Finger,
The Kinks,
Roy Ayers,
These Immortal Souls,
Camberwell Now,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Gories,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.