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 Honduras and from New York.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wolf Eyes,
New Order,
Lower 48,
Cluster,
Sex Pistols,
Shoche,
Fad Gadget,
The Tremeloes,
Bobby Womack,
Sparks,
Lucky Dragons,
Mary Jane Girls,
New Age Steppers,
Yellowson,
The Move,
MDC,
Whodini,
Groovy Waters,
Al Stewart,
Roger Hodgson,
Masters at Work,
The Fall,
Mission of Burma,
The Raincoats,
Minnie Riperton,
Warsaw,
Ultravox,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eric Copeland,
the Slits,
Carl Craig,
MC5,
Flash Fearless,
The Star Department,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Prince Buster,
Jeru the Damaja,
Smog,
Stereo Dub,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Banda Bassotti,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobby Hutcherson,
a-ha,
The Grass Roots,
T. Rex,
Magma,
Ponytail,
Intrusion,
The Skatalites,
Sun City Girls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Standells,
Agitation Free,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sonic Youth,
Aswad,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.