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 Nigeria and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Skriet to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Stiv Bators,
Alton Ellis,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Cale,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Kinks,
Neil Young,
Erykah Badu,
Deepchord,
Jeff Mills,
David Bowie,
Don Cherry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Althea and Donna,
Jeff Lynne,
New Age Steppers,
The Gladiators,
Vainqueur,
Bronski Beat,
Dead Boys,
The Victims,
The Five Americans,
The Blues Magoos,
Mandrill,
Fat Boys,
Pulsallama,
The New Christs,
Loose Ends,
Aloha Tigers,
Technova,
Panda Bear,
The Raincoats,
Dave Gahan,
The Selecter,
Pagans,
The Busters,
Fatback Band,
Arcadia,
the Association,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Move,
The Birthday Party,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dual Sessions,
Nik Kershaw,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Alphaville,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Sonics,
Terrestrial Tones,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Boredoms,
Ice-T,
Swell Maps,
The Techniques,
Letta Mbulu,
Faraquet,
Janne Schatter,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.