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 Gabon and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ 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 Intrusion to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Johnny Osbourne,
Erykah Badu,
The Names,
Althea and Donna,
Stereo Dub,
Gang Gang Dance,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Remains,
Mars,
Panda Bear,
F. McDonald,
Loose Ends,
The Blues Magoos,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Gladiators,
Alton Ellis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Black Dice,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ash Ra Tempel,
cv313,
Sugar Minott,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sarah Menescal,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lee Hazlewood,
Letta Mbulu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Visage,
Wally Richardson,
Thee Headcoats,
The Mummies,
Technova,
The Dirtbombs,
Vainqueur,
The Gap Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Ken Boothe,
Aswad,
The Fall,
Yazoo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hashim,
Bootsy Collins,
Suburban Knight,
Todd Terry,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Leaves,
Eric Copeland,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Anakelly,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
DJ Sneak,
Pussy Galore,
Scientists,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Deadbeat,
Sound Behaviour,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.