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 Djibouti and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Searchers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb 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 theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Move,
Soft Machine,
Crooked Eye,
The Young Rascals,
Public Enemy,
David Bowie,
Hasil Adkins,
Lindisfarne,
The Detroit Cobras,
Guru Guru,
Marshall Jefferson,
Deepchord,
Los Fastidios,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Spandau Ballet,
LL Cool J,
Robert Görl,
Man Parrish,
Barry Ungar,
Prince Buster,
Eddi Front,
Juan Atkins,
The Cure,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Pus,
Eden Ahbez,
Stetsasonic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Arab on Radar,
Godley & Creme,
Dawn Penn,
Ultimate Spinach,
Peter and Kerry,
The Remains,
Icehouse,
Avey Tare,
Faust,
Crime,
Livin' Joy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Warsaw,
Funky Four + One,
Crispian St. Peters,
Idris Muhammad,
Visage,
Pulsallama,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Quando Quango,
Ten City,
Panda Bear,
Minutemen,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Yellowson,
Laurel Aitken,
Bluetip,
DNA,
Marcia Griffiths,
Porter Ricks,
David Axelrod,
Sonic Youth,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.