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 Serbia and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Index to the rock 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Monochrome Set,
Animal Collective,
Suburban Knight,
The American Breed,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Thee Headcoats,
The Red Krayola,
John Lydon,
Josef K,
John Coltrane,
Angry Samoans,
Masters at Work,
Funkadelic,
New Order,
Lou Christie,
Mandrill,
Cameo,
Lower 48,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Archie Shepp,
Man Parrish,
Agitation Free,
Cecil Taylor,
Jacob Miller,
The Raincoats,
Section 25,
Moby Grape,
Half Japanese,
Lungfish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Remains,
Harmonia,
Guru Guru,
Dave Gahan,
Shuggie Otis,
Ituana,
Cluster,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Popol Vuh,
FM Einheit,
Electric Prunes,
Gichy Dan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
F. McDonald,
The Saints,
Depeche Mode,
Brothers Johnson,
Public Image Ltd.,
H. Thieme,
Infiniti,
The Durutti Column,
Simply Red,
Susan Cadogan,
Intrusion,
Boogie Down Productions,
Siglo XX,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roy Ayers,
The Move,
EPMD,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.