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 Zambia and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sonic Youth to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Faust,
Rakim,
Skaos,
Carl Craig,
Eden Ahbez,
Japan,
Bobby Byrd,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Michelle Simonal,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Danielle Patucci,
June Days,
Sparks,
Maurizio,
Grey Daturas,
Eric Dolphy,
PIL,
EPMD,
Bob Dylan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Colin Newman,
The Trojans,
Joey Negro,
X-102,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
One Last Wish,
In Retrospect,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cal Tjader,
Crispian St. Peters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nik Kershaw,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sight & Sound,
Banda Bassotti,
Rekid,
the Normal,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nick Fraelich,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
LL Cool J,
Babytalk,
Arab on Radar,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sun City Girls,
The Fall,
The Detroit Cobras,
Alphaville,
Black Bananas,
Monolake,
John Holt,
Sun Ra,
Dave Gahan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jawbox,
Flipper,
The Cramps,
The Moleskins,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.