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 United States and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 Freddie Wadling to the techno 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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro 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 clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
The Slits,
Blossom Toes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Boredoms,
Funky Four + One,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crash Course in Science,
David Bowie,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Chris Corsano,
Dead Boys,
Inner City,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Residents,
Bootsy Collins,
Sandy B,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Red Krayola,
The Music Machine,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Masters at Work,
Unwound,
Neil Young,
Qualms,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Slackers,
Harry Pussy,
Aural Exciters,
The Gap Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Moon,
Agitation Free,
The Durutti Column,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Evens,
Yaz,
LL Cool J,
Laurel Aitken,
Underground Resistance,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Janne Schatter,
Television,
Charles Mingus,
Organ,
The Happenings,
Sugar Minott,
Eden Ahbez,
Absolute Body Control,
The Walker Brothers,
John Lydon,
Danielle Patucci,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Monks,
The Doors,
Derrick Morgan,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.