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 Seychelles and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 The Cramps to the crunk 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Amon Düül,
Aswad,
New Order,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Patti Smith,
Nas,
The J.B.'s,
Eli Mardock,
Moss Icon,
Massinfluence,
The Flesh Eaters,
Boz Scaggs,
the Swans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lakeside,
Suicide,
Y Pants,
CMW,
The Velvet Underground,
Visage,
Neil Young,
Eric Dolphy,
Marvin Gaye,
Anthony Braxton,
Matthew Bourne,
New York Dolls,
David Bowie,
Skarface,
Dorothy Ashby,
B.T. Express,
Davy DMX,
Leonard Cohen,
Surgeon,
Cameo,
The Misunderstood,
Moebius,
Freddie Wadling,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Normal,
Reagan Youth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hoover,
Angry Samoans,
Ornette Coleman,
The Remains,
Fat Boys,
Theoretical Girls,
Pere Ubu,
Make Up,
Brothers Johnson,
Fela Kuti,
Roxette,
Sister Nancy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joey Negro,
Gang Starr,
Wasted Youth,
Rufus Thomas,
Newcleus,
Roxy Music,
June of 44,
Boredoms,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.