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 Laos and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the techno 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Boredoms,
Deadbeat,
Agent Orange,
Minutemen,
Marshall Jefferson,
Monks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Technova,
Hashim,
Slave,
The Sonics,
The Victims,
a-ha,
Dave Gahan,
The Stooges,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Darondo,
Alphaville,
Rosa Yemen,
Man Parrish,
Gang Starr,
Faust,
Banda Bassotti,
The Saints,
Althea and Donna,
The United States of America,
Minor Threat,
Toni Rubio,
Anakelly,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nico,
Piero Umiliani,
The Last Poets,
Patti Smith,
D'Angelo,
The Associates,
The Slits,
Henry Cow,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bauhaus,
The Red Krayola,
the Slits,
Kurtis Blow,
Maurizio,
Susan Cadogan,
Harmonia,
Outsiders,
The Gladiators,
The Fortunes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Clear Light,
Steve Hackett,
Ten City,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Human League,
Heaven 17,
Sun City Girls,
Supertramp,
Erykah Badu,
The New Christs,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.