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 Tanzania and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Das Ding 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Hoover,
Wings,
Boredoms,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sarah Menescal,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Iggy Pop,
Metal Thangz,
Morten Harket,
Don Cherry,
Soft Cell,
Idris Muhammad,
The Misunderstood,
Lucky Dragons,
Marine Girls,
Section 25,
Supertramp,
The Fuzztones,
Ultravox,
The Star Department,
Heaven 17,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jacques Brel,
Mad Mike,
the Human League,
Rod Modell,
The Red Krayola,
Scott Walker,
Dawn Penn,
Aswad,
The Golliwogs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Faraquet,
Eli Mardock,
Silicon Teens,
The Index,
Man Parrish,
Kevin Saunderson,
Derrick May,
Delon & Dalcan,
A Certain Ratio,
Adolescents,
The Skatalites,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
La Düsseldorf,
New York Dolls,
Arcadia,
James White and The Blacks,
Lou Christie,
The Barracudas,
The Pop Group,
Kool Moe Dee,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dark Day,
The Electric Prunes,
Max Romeo,
Gong,
Flamin' Groovies,
Patti Smith,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.