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 Laos and from Paris.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Ultra Naté to the rock 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Normal,
The Detroit Cobras,
Amon Düül II,
Jimmy McGriff,
Panda Bear,
Kerri Chandler,
Con Funk Shun,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Sonics,
Radiohead,
Intrusion,
Jesper Dahlback,
Surgeon,
Skaos,
Gang of Four,
Bobby Womack,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Techniques,
Bauhaus,
MC5,
Howard Jones,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Brothers Johnson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Flipper,
Sandy B,
PIL,
Delta 5,
Jacob Miller,
Funky Four + One,
Franke,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Guru Guru,
B.T. Express,
8 Eyed Spy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Radio Birdman,
Slick Rick,
Girls At Our Best!,
Basic Channel,
Lou Christie,
Tears for Fears,
E-Dancer,
Circle Jerks,
Sparks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ludus,
Donald Byrd,
Black Sheep,
This Heat,
The Blackbyrds,
The Dave Clark Five,
Susan Cadogan,
the Sonics,
The Leaves,
Fat Boys,
Wire,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.