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 Latvia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Zero Boys to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Moebius,
the Human League,
Soulsonic Force,
Cameo,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Gun Club,
Hashim,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Maleditus Sound,
ABBA,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Janne Schatter,
Godley & Creme,
The Birthday Party,
Unwound,
Sixth Finger,
Television Personalities,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ludus,
Tres Demented,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nico,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gong,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Moleskins,
Deepchord,
Yusef Lateef,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Banda Bassotti,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Black Dice,
John Holt,
Cymande,
The Martian,
Pole,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Cale,
Severed Heads,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
B.T. Express,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fire Engines,
Jesper Dahlback,
Stetsasonic,
Ossler,
The Blackbyrds,
Erykah Badu,
Gang Starr,
Funkadelic,
Saccharine Trust,
T. Rex,
Rufus Thomas,
One Last Wish,
Sonic Youth,
The Fortunes,
Moby Grape,
Sight & Sound,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.