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 Afghanistan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lalo Schifrin to the crunk 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Audionom,
June Days,
Bauhaus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Brothers Johnson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marvin Gaye,
Angry Samoans,
Theoretical Girls,
The Sonics,
Supertramp,
Von Mondo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rakim,
E-Dancer,
F. McDonald,
Cybotron,
The Modern Lovers,
Urselle,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tubeway Army,
The Real Kids,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Detroit Cobras,
Don Cherry,
Eurythmics,
Reuben Wilson,
Adolescents,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Aaron Thompson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pantaleimon,
The Leaves,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lalann,
Y Pants,
Sun Ra,
a-ha,
Dark Day,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Q65,
Bootsy Collins,
Dawn Penn,
The American Breed,
Mr. Review,
Terry Callier,
Magazine,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pere Ubu,
The Selecter,
The Blues Magoos,
Talk Talk,
Lou Christie,
Sällskapet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ice-T,
Tres Demented,
Archie Shepp,
The Black Dice,
Chrome,
Byron Stingily,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.