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 Bahrain and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Royal Trux to the punk 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
One Last Wish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Chrome,
Jacob Miller,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gang Green,
Make Up,
Sister Nancy,
Massinfluence,
Camouflage,
Rosa Yemen,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tim Buckley,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Letta Mbulu,
Heaven 17,
Yusef Lateef,
Monolake,
Half Japanese,
Unrelated Segments,
Magma,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Second Layer,
UT,
Sonny Sharrock,
cv313,
the Human League,
Reuben Wilson,
X-101,
Yaz,
Agitation Free,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Vogues,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eurythmics,
Banda Bassotti,
Peter and Kerry,
Surgeon,
Von Mondo,
Severed Heads,
Joe Smooth,
The Electric Prunes,
Al Stewart,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Little Man,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kool Moe Dee,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jandek,
FM Einheit,
The Doors,
Kas Product,
Cecil Taylor,
Radiohead,
DNA,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Grass Roots,
H. Thieme,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.