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 Philippines and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Chris Corsano to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb 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 clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Patti Smith,
Gang of Four,
Blossom Toes,
Albert Ayler,
Lungfish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Livin' Joy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Archie Shepp,
Scrapy,
The Vogues,
Derrick Morgan,
Ronan,
Radiohead,
Pagans,
The Wake,
OOIOO,
Thompson Twins,
Lindisfarne,
Los Fastidios,
Ludus,
Qualms,
Ornette Coleman,
Alice Coltrane,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Durutti Column,
Rites of Spring,
Bad Manners,
Boredoms,
The Mummies,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Toasters,
Stiv Bators,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ossler,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eric Copeland,
DNA,
Theoretical Girls,
Camberwell Now,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fear,
Quando Quango,
D'Angelo,
John Cale,
The Birthday Party,
Franke,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eve St. Jones,
Glenn Branca,
Janne Schatter,
Stetsasonic,
Roy Ayers,
Can,
Mission of Burma,
The Fugs,
The Misunderstood,
Von Mondo,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.