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 Moldova and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Grandmaster Flash to the dance 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Faust,
The Divine Comedy,
T. Rex,
Sugar Minott,
Barrington Levy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Names,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Porter Ricks,
Absolute Body Control,
The Slackers,
Dual Sessions,
Leonard Cohen,
Ronan,
Loose Ends,
The Litter,
D'Angelo,
Skriet,
Soul Sonic Force,
Audionom,
Quando Quango,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marmalade,
Avey Tare,
Don Cherry,
Johnny Osbourne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Laurel Aitken,
Jeru the Damaja,
Whodini,
Cal Tjader,
Symarip,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Skatalites,
Gang Green,
Bill Wells,
Intrusion,
Bob Dylan,
The Motions,
John Foxx,
Patti Smith,
Bobby Womack,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Star Department,
Nirvana,
Amon Düül II,
Scratch Acid,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Y Pants,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
48th St. Collective,
The Real Kids,
Icehouse,
Lightning Bolt,
The Seeds,
The American Breed,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Durutti Column,
Adolescents,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Peter & Gordon,
Television Personalities,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.