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 France and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 DJ Style to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Litter,
The Modern Lovers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Reagan Youth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pole,
Bob Dylan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tears for Fears,
R.M.O.,
Clear Light,
The Last Poets,
Jeff Mills,
Laurel Aitken,
Sugar Minott,
Delon & Dalcan,
UT,
China Crisis,
Deakin,
La Düsseldorf,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fugazi,
Pantaleimon,
Grauzone,
Fela Kuti,
Fad Gadget,
Can,
Ludus,
Depeche Mode,
Robert Görl,
Mad Mike,
Harmonia,
Japan,
Donald Byrd,
B.T. Express,
Lower 48,
The Electric Prunes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Flag,
Barrington Levy,
Yusef Lateef,
Scion,
The Smoke,
The Moody Blues,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Metal Thangz,
Aloha Tigers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roger Hodgson,
Carl Craig,
Anakelly,
Erykah Badu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Cale,
Lightning Bolt,
Leonard Cohen,
Pulsallama,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.