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 Zambia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Nick Fraelich to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sister Nancy,
Underground Resistance,
The Vogues,
Charles Mingus,
Aswad,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eve St. Jones,
Alphaville,
The Associates,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Toasters,
Sun Ra,
Babytalk,
Blake Baxter,
Mantronix,
Public Enemy,
Japan,
ABBA,
Sällskapet,
Agitation Free,
Adolescents,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lou Christie,
Sixth Finger,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ronnie Foster,
JFA,
Sam Rivers,
Outsiders,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marine Girls,
Rites of Spring,
Minny Pops,
ABC,
Easy Going,
Brothers Johnson,
June of 44,
Television Personalities,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Siglo XX,
Isaac Hayes,
Country Teasers,
John Coltrane,
These Immortal Souls,
Unrelated Segments,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lindisfarne,
Gregory Isaacs,
New Order,
Massinfluence,
Janne Schatter,
Joe Smooth,
Swell Maps,
PIL,
Gang Starr,
Little Man,
L. Decosne,
Toni Rubio,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.