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 Mali and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Brass Construction to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Television Personalities,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
K-Klass,
Alison Limerick,
Thompson Twins,
The Monks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fall,
Dawn Penn,
Rufus Thomas,
Frankie Knuckles,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Human League,
Bizarre Inc.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wolf Eyes,
Cymande,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Simply Red,
Half Japanese,
Mars,
New York Dolls,
Index,
Danielle Patucci,
Piero Umiliani,
Prince Buster,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Masters at Work,
Eurythmics,
Popol Vuh,
The Doors,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Boogie Down Productions,
Thee Headcoats,
Whodini,
In Retrospect,
Sun City Girls,
Colin Newman,
Mark Hollis,
China Crisis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joyce Sims,
Pussy Galore,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Theoretical Girls,
MDC,
The Mojo Men,
The Red Krayola,
Lindisfarne,
Swans,
Max Romeo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Amon Düül II,
Hoover,
The Barracudas,
Eli Mardock,
Letta Mbulu,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.