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 Sweden and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 H. Thieme to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer 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 organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Kaleidoscope,
Public Enemy,
Sun Ra,
The Associates,
Stereo Dub,
Charles Mingus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dual Sessions,
Crispy Ambulance,
Reuben Wilson,
Yazoo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lyres,
The Toasters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Raincoats,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fugazi,
Urselle,
Arcadia,
the Association,
Minny Pops,
D'Angelo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang Starr,
Flipper,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sex Pistols,
Derrick May,
Desert Stars,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Residents,
Dead Boys,
The Gories,
Sound Behaviour,
Stiv Bators,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Unrelated Segments,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joy Division,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scratch Acid,
Davy DMX,
Wally Richardson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Traffic Nightmare,
Goldenarms,
Marvin Gaye,
Adolescents,
ABBA,
The Cowsills,
Radiopuhelimet,
Unwound,
Black Bananas,
The Happenings,
Accadde A,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.