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 Marshall Islands and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Shoche to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Television Personalities,
The Moody Blues,
Barbara Tucker,
The Names,
Slick Rick,
The Durutti Column,
Essential Logic,
Adolescents,
Lakeside,
The Gladiators,
Mantronix,
Peter & Gordon,
Toni Rubio,
Vainqueur,
Don Cherry,
Althea and Donna,
Crooked Eye,
New York Dolls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Spandau Ballet,
Derrick Morgan,
Kerri Chandler,
T.S.O.L.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bush Tetras,
Subhumans,
F. McDonald,
Electric Prunes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jacques Brel,
John Holt,
Soulsonic Force,
Aaron Thompson,
Flipper,
PIL,
Harry Pussy,
Cybotron,
The Zeros,
The Move,
Marmalade,
Gang Green,
Gastr Del Sol,
Blancmange,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Godley & Creme,
Massinfluence,
Black Moon,
Chrome,
a-ha,
Alice Coltrane,
Can,
The Dave Clark Five,
Suicide,
New Age Steppers,
Brick,
the Bar-Kays,
The Gap Band,
Robert Hood,
Camberwell Now,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.