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 Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Terrestrial Tones to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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,
Buzzcocks,
The Fall,
Loose Ends,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bill Near,
Laurel Aitken,
Roxy Music,
Monks,
The Toasters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jandek,
Spoonie Gee,
Shuggie Otis,
Bang On A Can,
Sister Nancy,
Sam Rivers,
The American Breed,
Rod Modell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hasil Adkins,
Nico,
The Happenings,
Amon Düül II,
The Human League,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cameo,
Gang Starr,
The Durutti Column,
Pierre Henry,
Livin' Joy,
Rosa Yemen,
Man Parrish,
Maurizio,
The Red Krayola,
Babytalk,
Chrome,
Gil Scott Heron,
Model 500,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nils Olav,
The Selecter,
B.T. Express,
Minor Threat,
Negative Approach,
One Last Wish,
Von Mondo,
Brand Nubian,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eric Dolphy,
Young Marble Giants,
Yaz,
The Searchers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wings,
Siglo XX,
World's Most,
Mandrill,
Skaos,
Kurtis Blow,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.