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 Eritrea and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet 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 Yellowson to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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 Misunderstood,
The Gories,
The Detroit Cobras,
Adolescents,
The Skatalites,
Agitation Free,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Cale,
Nas,
Blake Baxter,
Steve Hackett,
Suburban Knight,
U.S. Maple,
Television Personalities,
Skaos,
Joe Smooth,
Matthew Halsall,
June Days,
Alison Limerick,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Drive Like Jehu,
Popol Vuh,
Hoover,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Iggy Pop,
Ronan,
Smog,
Joe Finger,
Eve St. Jones,
Thee Headcoats,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Urselle,
Porter Ricks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Busters,
Stereo Dub,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
June of 44,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eric Copeland,
Guru Guru,
The Fugs,
The Fuzztones,
Graham Central Station,
Slave,
Aural Exciters,
Hashim,
Roxy Music,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Smiths,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mary Jane Girls,
Magazine,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Foxx,
the Sonics,
Eric B and Rakim,
Y Pants,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.