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 Madagascar and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Japan to the funk 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet 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 spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
48th St. Collective,
Laurel Aitken,
Sällskapet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Masters at Work,
Flipper,
Depeche Mode,
JFA,
Porter Ricks,
Brand Nubian,
Agitation Free,
Moebius,
Camberwell Now,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Surgeon,
Brick,
Alison Limerick,
A Certain Ratio,
Wire,
Nico,
Letta Mbulu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Minny Pops,
Carl Craig,
The Vogues,
Marvin Gaye,
Aaron Thompson,
Bang On A Can,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pet Shop Boys,
Arthur Verocai,
Nik Kershaw,
the Bar-Kays,
Boz Scaggs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Althea and Donna,
Max Romeo,
Bad Manners,
Ituana,
Chrome,
In Retrospect,
Rhythm & Sound,
Delta 5,
The Red Krayola,
The Velvet Underground,
Oneida,
Graham Central Station,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Litter,
The Five Americans,
Mars,
Lindisfarne,
Gang Starr,
Piero Umiliani,
F. McDonald,
Jeff Mills,
The Fall,
Joe Smooth,
Maleditus Sound,
The Walker Brothers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.