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 Namibia and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ludus to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Deakin,
Newcleus,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Remains,
Nick Fraelich,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cymande,
Black Flag,
cv313,
Spoonie Gee,
Lakeside,
Average White Band,
Dawn Penn,
Avey Tare,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Judy Mowatt,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rakim,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Sonics,
Saccharine Trust,
Joey Negro,
a-ha,
The Red Krayola,
Marine Girls,
T.S.O.L.,
Kerri Chandler,
Oneida,
Essential Logic,
Minor Threat,
Motorama,
The Kinks,
The Smoke,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Soft Cell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lucky Dragons,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Monks,
Popol Vuh,
Hasil Adkins,
Joe Finger,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ultra Naté,
Young Marble Giants,
Country Teasers,
Electric Prunes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Section 25,
Barbara Tucker,
Adolescents,
The Martian,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Grey Daturas,
Easy Going,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.