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 Andorra and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dark Day to the electroclash 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fatback Band,
Moebius,
Porter Ricks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Donald Byrd,
Peter and Kerry,
The Slits,
Buzzcocks,
Sixth Finger,
Youth Brigade,
The Walker Brothers,
Aaron Thompson,
The Index,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Susan Cadogan,
Joyce Sims,
Whodini,
Interpol,
Scratch Acid,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Young Rascals,
Cameo,
Lucky Dragons,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sandy B,
Swans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Vladislav Delay,
Delon & Dalcan,
Shoche,
The Vogues,
Franke,
The Leaves,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Circle Jerks,
Funky Four + One,
The Smiths,
Hot Snakes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lower 48,
Grauzone,
Underground Resistance,
Lou Reed,
Gabor Szabo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Electric Prunes,
Brick,
The Zeros,
Blake Baxter,
DJ Sneak,
Wally Richardson,
Drexciya,
The Neon Judgement,
Kerri Chandler,
Sister Nancy,
Warsaw,
the Bar-Kays,
Eric B and Rakim,
ABBA,
Pole,
Tim Buckley,
Marvin Gaye,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.