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 Mali and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Depeche Mode,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Velvet Underground,
Jimmy McGriff,
Quantec,
Bush Tetras,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Last Poets,
Rufus Thomas,
Glenn Branca,
The Seeds,
Inner City,
Excepter,
Agent Orange,
Average White Band,
Brass Construction,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Underground Resistance,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Qualms,
The Blackbyrds,
Delta 5,
CMW,
Erasure,
Juan Atkins,
Fad Gadget,
Porter Ricks,
Crooked Eye,
Zero Boys,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Dead C,
The Gories,
Crispy Ambulance,
Public Image Ltd.,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Toasters,
Sandy B,
Boz Scaggs,
Dark Day,
Fort Wilson Riot,
DNA,
Brothers Johnson,
Scratch Acid,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cameo,
Gang Green,
The Victims,
Wally Richardson,
Angry Samoans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Yaz,
Sugar Minott,
The Doors,
New York Dolls,
The Busters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Chris & Cosey,
Brick,
JFA,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.