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 South Africa and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum 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 harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
AZ,
Ornette Coleman,
The Dead C,
The Skatalites,
The Kinks,
The Gladiators,
Lalann,
Barrington Levy,
Sällskapet,
Clear Light,
Letta Mbulu,
Glenn Branca,
H. Thieme,
The Raincoats,
Nick Fraelich,
Guru Guru,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sound Behaviour,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Brick,
Black Bananas,
The Tremeloes,
Wings,
Desert Stars,
D'Angelo,
Moby Grape,
Duran Duran,
CMW,
The Pop Group,
Gastr Del Sol,
Motorama,
Mo-Dettes,
The Litter,
Sugar Minott,
Bang On A Can,
Bluetip,
Lindisfarne,
Soulsonic Force,
The Music Machine,
Swell Maps,
Eurythmics,
Fela Kuti,
X-101,
Jeff Lynne,
UT,
The Birthday Party,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Yusef Lateef,
The Angels of Light,
Talk Talk,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Aloha Tigers,
Maurizio,
Heaven 17,
Yazoo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lee Hazlewood,
Quando Quango,
The Dirtbombs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
kango's stein massive,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.