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 Mauritania and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
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 marimba 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 Ronnie Foster to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Brand Nubian,
Quando Quango,
Mad Mike,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sixth Finger,
Magazine,
Siglo XX,
K-Klass,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Toasters,
the Association,
The Black Dice,
The Count Five,
The Neon Judgement,
Joensuu 1685,
Flipper,
The Kinks,
Junior Murvin,
Tres Demented,
Silicon Teens,
Amon Düül,
Grey Daturas,
The Real Kids,
Vainqueur,
Sun Ra,
David Bowie,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cameo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nils Olav,
KRS-One,
Amazonics,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Section 25,
Depeche Mode,
Can,
Agent Orange,
The Remains,
Barrington Levy,
The Modern Lovers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marmalade,
New Order,
Hoover,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sparks,
Davy DMX,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Stooges,
The Red Krayola,
The Trojans,
Marc Almond,
Youth Brigade,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.