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 Iceland and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the funk 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
FM Einheit,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Skriet,
Accadde A,
Mars,
Franke,
Freddie Wadling,
Scion,
The Flesh Eaters,
Derrick Morgan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rites of Spring,
Circle Jerks,
Q65,
The J.B.'s,
David McCallum,
UT,
Malaria!,
The Moleskins,
Average White Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Morten Harket,
Unwound,
Magma,
Amon Düül,
Charles Mingus,
In Retrospect,
DJ Style,
The Shadows of Knight,
Patti Smith,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Davy DMX,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cameo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joensuu 1685,
Lee Hazlewood,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
CMW,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Tremeloes,
Barry Ungar,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Suicide,
Yaz,
8 Eyed Spy,
Buzzcocks,
Sun City Girls,
Bob Dylan,
Tubeway Army,
Ponytail,
Boredoms,
Inner City,
Lou Reed,
Byron Stingily,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobby Byrd,
Mary Jane Girls,
Brick,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.