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 Finland and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mojo Men to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron 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 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
The Grass Roots,
Blossom Toes,
Gong,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Skaos,
Newcleus,
Supertramp,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dead Boys,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Sound,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ice-T,
Al Stewart,
The Techniques,
Faraquet,
Boz Scaggs,
DNA,
Hardrive,
Davy DMX,
Wally Richardson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rufus Thomas,
Chrome,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Residents,
Ronnie Foster,
Sound Behaviour,
Hot Snakes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Mummies,
Joe Smooth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Interpol,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Agitation Free,
Neil Young,
Can,
Black Moon,
La Düsseldorf,
CMW,
Gang Green,
Freddie Wadling,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hashim,
Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lindisfarne,
U.S. Maple,
Donald Byrd,
Colin Newman,
Los Fastidios,
Eric Dolphy,
B.T. Express,
Alphaville,
Brass Construction,
Kas Product,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tom Boy,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.