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 Albania and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Khruangbin to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar 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 oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hashim,
Rekid,
Wasted Youth,
Jeff Mills,
The Dirtbombs,
Scott Walker,
Prince Buster,
Minnie Riperton,
The Skatalites,
Robert Hood,
Arthur Verocai,
Aaron Thompson,
Arab on Radar,
The Barracudas,
Freddie Wadling,
Crispian St. Peters,
Todd Terry,
Junior Murvin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nick Fraelich,
Bootsy Collins,
Gang Starr,
Derrick May,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nirvana,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Skaos,
Model 500,
One Last Wish,
Altered Images,
Funkadelic,
Chris & Cosey,
The Gap Band,
The Stooges,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Trumans Water,
Country Teasers,
The Saints,
Whodini,
Simply Red,
The Standells,
The Red Krayola,
Warsaw,
The Searchers,
the Soft Cell,
Visage,
Fat Boys,
Tears for Fears,
Althea and Donna,
Robert Wyatt,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Anthony Braxton,
The Litter,
La Düsseldorf,
Groovy Waters,
Khruangbin,
Moby Grape,
The Young Rascals,
Ultravox,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.