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 Belarus and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the punk 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Cybotron,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lungfish,
The Stooges,
Main Source,
Kaleidoscope,
Soul II Soul,
John Cale,
The Electric Prunes,
The Motions,
Warren Ellis,
The Barracudas,
Gang of Four,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cal Tjader,
Kerrie Biddell,
Moby Grape,
Scion,
Reagan Youth,
The Toasters,
The Fire Engines,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
World's Most,
Malaria!,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
U.S. Maple,
EPMD,
Freddie Wadling,
The Angels of Light,
R.M.O.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
June of 44,
Smog,
Visage,
Prince Buster,
In Retrospect,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The New Christs,
Alice Coltrane,
Piero Umiliani,
Qualms,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Knickerbockers,
Ken Boothe,
The Sonics,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Seeds,
Yusef Lateef,
UT,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fluxion,
Michelle Simonal,
Man Eating Sloth,
Organ,
JFA,
Gabor Szabo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ice-T,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.