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 Austria and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Electric Prunes to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 a guitar and a sitar 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 chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Masters at Work,
Tomorrow,
ABBA,
PIL,
Donny Hathaway,
The J.B.'s,
Wire,
The Human League,
Dave Gahan,
Sun Ra,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rites of Spring,
Carl Craig,
Lightning Bolt,
Scrapy,
Jawbox,
Bobby Sherman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Frankie Knuckles,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Symarip,
The Seeds,
Susan Cadogan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Piero Umiliani,
Organ,
Steve Hackett,
Charles Mingus,
Tears for Fears,
Skarface,
Ultra Naté,
Thompson Twins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Intrusion,
The Gladiators,
DJ Style,
Drexciya,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Slits,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Angry Samoans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sam Rivers,
Khruangbin,
Morten Harket,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ronnie Foster,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crime,
Suicide,
Goldenarms,
Eric Copeland,
Black Flag,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gerry Rafferty,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.