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 Italy and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s 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 Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jacob Miller,
Scrapy,
Camouflage,
Danielle Patucci,
Popol Vuh,
Supertramp,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fat Boys,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Angels of Light,
Michelle Simonal,
ABBA,
Jandek,
Amon Düül,
The Toasters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eric Dolphy,
Anakelly,
Stereo Dub,
Bill Wells,
Minutemen,
The Raincoats,
Hot Snakes,
Banda Bassotti,
Thompson Twins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dennis Brown,
The Gap Band,
The Associates,
E-Dancer,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Slackers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Charles Mingus,
The Leaves,
In Retrospect,
The Fugs,
Man Parrish,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rosa Yemen,
MDC,
Interpol,
Lindisfarne,
Tomorrow,
Wolf Eyes,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fortunes,
World's Most,
Andrew Hill,
The Smoke,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scratch Acid,
Kenny Larkin,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.