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 the UAE and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The New Christs to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
The Slits,
Lalann,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eric B and Rakim,
June Days,
La Düsseldorf,
Crispy Ambulance,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobby Womack,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Angry Samoans,
Glenn Branca,
The Buckinghams,
the Fania All-Stars,
Goldenarms,
Soulsonic Force,
John Holt,
Terry Callier,
Siglo XX,
Jesper Dahlback,
MDC,
Banda Bassotti,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cybotron,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Shuggie Otis,
Magazine,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wasted Youth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cluster,
Sight & Sound,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Magma,
The Five Americans,
Alton Ellis,
The Victims,
H. Thieme,
Underground Resistance,
Danielle Patucci,
World's Most,
Donald Byrd,
Loose Ends,
The Fire Engines,
Trumans Water,
Royal Trux,
Qualms,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Darondo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eden Ahbez,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fugazi,
Cameo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Carl Craig,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.