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 Dominica and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 Boogie Down Productions to the grime 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Mandrill,
Oneida,
Aswad,
Josef K,
Traffic Nightmare,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joe Finger,
Half Japanese,
Davy DMX,
Sällskapet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Circle Jerks,
Niagra,
The Dead C,
The Mojo Men,
Danielle Patucci,
Pantytec,
Livin' Joy,
Funkadelic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Vainqueur,
The Count Five,
Jacques Brel,
Visage,
Supertramp,
The Slackers,
Massinfluence,
Grey Daturas,
Soul Sonic Force,
Animal Collective,
Minor Threat,
The Smiths,
Godley & Creme,
Hashim,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Blake Baxter,
Pylon,
Shoche,
The Birthday Party,
Skaos,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Boogie Down Productions,
Patti Smith,
Darondo,
Eurythmics,
The Stooges,
The Motions,
Drive Like Jehu,
Erasure,
Erykah Badu,
Swans,
Infiniti,
Rod Modell,
Youth Brigade,
Goldenarms,
Yazoo,
Ice-T,
Ralphi Rosario,
Alton Ellis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Newcleus,
Wings,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.