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 Equatorial Guinea and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Aaron Thompson to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin 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 marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Japan,
Tommy Roe,
The Mummies,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Banda Bassotti,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Niagra,
Rapeman,
The Remains,
The Skatalites,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jeff Mills,
DNA,
Accadde A,
Television,
The Zeros,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sonic Youth,
K-Klass,
Absolute Body Control,
Main Source,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Groovy Waters,
Anakelly,
New Order,
Johnny Clarke,
Drexciya,
Laurel Aitken,
Robert Wyatt,
Yaz,
Lebanon Hanover,
Quando Quango,
Livin' Joy,
Brass Construction,
The Five Americans,
Todd Terry,
the Germs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ronan,
Janne Schatter,
Altered Images,
Bill Near,
Saccharine Trust,
Rakim,
Bob Dylan,
Ultra Naté,
Robert Görl,
One Last Wish,
Grey Daturas,
OOIOO,
Minny Pops,
Oneida,
Porter Ricks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cheater Slicks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crime,
Theoretical Girls,
Stereo Dub,
Junior Murvin,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.