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 New York.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tom Boy to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord 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 mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Kenny Larkin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Real Kids,
Gang of Four,
China Crisis,
Piero Umiliani,
Trumans Water,
Rufus Thomas,
Matthew Halsall,
Cluster,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
X-Ray Spex,
PIL,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rapeman,
Pylon,
the Slits,
Camberwell Now,
Sandy B,
Neil Young,
Radiopuhelimet,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Chris Corsano,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Angels of Light,
Deakin,
Amon Düül,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Vladislav Delay,
Kevin Saunderson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ornette Coleman,
Wasted Youth,
Nick Fraelich,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Music Machine,
Soul Sonic Force,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Judy Mowatt,
The Move,
L. Decosne,
Subhumans,
Metal Thangz,
Dual Sessions,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Newcleus,
Dennis Brown,
Terrestrial Tones,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Remains,
Pagans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Quantec,
Dark Day,
Bang On A Can,
Lou Christie,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ken Boothe,
The Fortunes,
Dawn Penn,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.