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 Jamaica and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lindisfarne to the electroclash 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scrapy,
Siglo XX,
Wolf Eyes,
New York Dolls,
Byron Stingily,
The Grass Roots,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Michelle Simonal,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Junior Murvin,
Graham Central Station,
David McCallum,
Metal Thangz,
Accadde A,
Nirvana,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Monolake,
Radiohead,
Henry Cow,
Youth Brigade,
Maleditus Sound,
Gang of Four,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Babytalk,
The Pretty Things,
Lebanon Hanover,
The United States of America,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Remains,
Interpol,
Swans,
The Raincoats,
Donny Hathaway,
Depeche Mode,
David Bowie,
Easy Going,
Outsiders,
Blancmange,
Traffic Nightmare,
Schoolly D,
The Durutti Column,
10cc,
Stetsasonic,
Sister Nancy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gabor Szabo,
Fat Boys,
Eli Mardock,
Delta 5,
Sandy B,
Lou Christie,
Ken Boothe,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Cramps,
Pulsallama,
Kurtis Blow,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Moebius,
Pylon,
Massinfluence,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.