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 Armenia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Wolf Eyes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer 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?
Moby Grape,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Associates,
Curtis Mayfield,
Supertramp,
Circle Jerks,
Kerri Chandler,
Boredoms,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Moon,
John Foxx,
The Index,
Vainqueur,
Max Romeo,
Scott Walker,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cal Tjader,
X-Ray Spex,
Mad Mike,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Mojo Men,
Fluxion,
Neu!,
The Buckinghams,
Grauzone,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Quando Quango,
Jesper Dahlback,
Whodini,
Mr. Review,
The Litter,
Pulsallama,
Barbara Tucker,
Isaac Hayes,
Tubeway Army,
Ultravox,
Todd Rundgren,
Cecil Taylor,
Arthur Verocai,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Bananas,
The Music Machine,
Newcleus,
Bill Near,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pierre Henry,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Flag,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Make Up,
Aaron Thompson,
John Holt,
Eve St. Jones,
Grey Daturas,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.