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 Kenya and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dead C to the rap 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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marvin Gaye,
T.S.O.L.,
Piero Umiliani,
The Seeds,
Saccharine Trust,
Mary Jane Girls,
Groovy Waters,
Depeche Mode,
Wire,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Von Mondo,
The Cowsills,
Guru Guru,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Country Teasers,
Tres Demented,
Fatback Band,
Morten Harket,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Procol Harum,
48th St. Collective,
Warren Ellis,
DNA,
Crash Course in Science,
The Gun Club,
Stetsasonic,
Ludus,
One Last Wish,
Metal Thangz,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Todd Terry,
Suicide,
Pierre Henry,
Brand Nubian,
Eli Mardock,
Electric Prunes,
Second Layer,
Schoolly D,
Moby Grape,
Pagans,
Shuggie Otis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Gap Band,
The Litter,
The Trojans,
DJ Sneak,
Sonic Youth,
Zapp,
Hot Snakes,
Todd Rundgren,
The Beau Brummels,
Gang of Four,
The Blackbyrds,
the Sonics,
Tommy Roe,
Byron Stingily,
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.