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 Monaco and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cheater Slicks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
The Count Five,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fortunes,
8 Eyed Spy,
La Düsseldorf,
The Red Krayola,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Slave,
the Association,
the Germs,
Glenn Branca,
Scrapy,
The Invisible,
Dual Sessions,
Stereo Dub,
John Lydon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Cowsills,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Stetsasonic,
Mars,
Juan Atkins,
Reuben Wilson,
Roxette,
Soul II Soul,
Television Personalities,
U.S. Maple,
The Durutti Column,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nick Fraelich,
Dave Gahan,
Mary Jane Girls,
John Coltrane,
Alphaville,
Brass Construction,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Isaac Hayes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scratch Acid,
Popol Vuh,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kas Product,
Nirvana,
Maurizio,
FM Einheit,
Excepter,
Cecil Taylor,
Monks,
The United States of America,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gastr Del Sol,
Q65,
Sarah Menescal,
Mad Mike,
Cameo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Modern Lovers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Flash Fearless,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.