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 Bolivia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dorothy Ashby 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator 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 organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Move,
ABBA,
Minny Pops,
Ronnie Foster,
Tomorrow,
X-101,
Sparks,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Red Krayola,
Sixth Finger,
the Human League,
Niagra,
Unwound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Man Parrish,
Radiohead,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Neu!,
F. McDonald,
Animal Collective,
Spoonie Gee,
Radio Birdman,
Brand Nubian,
The Trojans,
Wolf Eyes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eve St. Jones,
Khruangbin,
The Victims,
Kayak,
The Skatalites,
E-Dancer,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Index,
Lou Reed,
Howard Jones,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Liliput,
Fat Boys,
Wire,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fall,
Smog,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Velvet Underground,
Kenny Larkin,
Connie Case,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Toni Rubio,
Scientists,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Pus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sarah Menescal,
Michelle Simonal,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Foxx,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Y Pants,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.