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 Greece and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare 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 Bluetip to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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,
Fatback Band,
The Angels of Light,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Monochrome Set,
Anakelly,
Suburban Knight,
Ossler,
Girls At Our Best!,
Interpol,
Soft Cell,
Icehouse,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bill Wells,
Jawbox,
John Cale,
The Buckinghams,
Khruangbin,
Scan 7,
David Bowie,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Coltrane,
Animal Collective,
X-Ray Spex,
David Axelrod,
Cluster,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Pus,
La Düsseldorf,
Clear Light,
Stiv Bators,
The Pop Group,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Infiniti,
The Searchers,
Sällskapet,
Wally Richardson,
Desert Stars,
Eve St. Jones,
Davy DMX,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Godley & Creme,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Red Krayola,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Japan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fad Gadget,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
D'Angelo,
Boz Scaggs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Graham Central Station,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
a-ha,
Unwound,
Skaos,
the Human League,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.