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 Latvia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Black Flag to the grunge 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ 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 sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Nas,
Sixth Finger,
Thompson Twins,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sandy B,
Deepchord,
The Barracudas,
Man Parrish,
10cc,
Freddie Wadling,
Grey Daturas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
K-Klass,
Underground Resistance,
H. Thieme,
Donny Hathaway,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wolf Eyes,
Kerri Chandler,
The Moody Blues,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Make Up,
The Red Krayola,
Fela Kuti,
Cal Tjader,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Agent Orange,
The American Breed,
Siglo XX,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fuzztones,
Minny Pops,
Mr. Review,
Lindisfarne,
The Evens,
Lou Reed,
ABC,
Harpers Bizarre,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sällskapet,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gabor Szabo,
Babytalk,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joey Negro,
Gang of Four,
Aural Exciters,
The Cowsills,
Rod Modell,
Althea and Donna,
Stereo Dub,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Count Five,
Bauhaus,
Slave,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.