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 Afghanistan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Doors to the jazz 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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Cramps,
Skriet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Cure,
The Flesh Eaters,
Section 25,
Skarface,
The Saints,
Black Bananas,
Joy Division,
the Sonics,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pole,
Todd Rundgren,
The Young Rascals,
Leonard Cohen,
Fluxion,
Joensuu 1685,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marine Girls,
Dennis Brown,
Susan Cadogan,
The Gories,
T. Rex,
The Dirtbombs,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Techniques,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Searchers,
MC5,
Monks,
DJ Style,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cybotron,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Robert Hood,
X-102,
Spandau Ballet,
Janne Schatter,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Moon,
Marvin Gaye,
E-Dancer,
The Busters,
Funky Four + One,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Minutemen,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cluster,
Second Layer,
Gichy Dan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Moleskins,
Robert Wyatt,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.