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 Taiwan and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Index to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare 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 arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Goldenarms,
Donald Byrd,
The Birthday Party,
This Heat,
Outsiders,
The Leaves,
B.T. Express,
Mandrill,
Scientists,
Crooked Eye,
The Saints,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Reuben Wilson,
Charles Mingus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Magazine,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Smiths,
Joe Finger,
Maurizio,
Lakeside,
Joy Division,
Can,
Michelle Simonal,
ABBA,
Eddi Front,
Scott Walker,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Wasted Youth,
Thee Headcoats,
Rites of Spring,
Quando Quango,
LL Cool J,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Matthew Bourne,
Crash Course in Science,
Gil Scott Heron,
D'Angelo,
Main Source,
Hashim,
Mo-Dettes,
Bauhaus,
Pole,
The Kinks,
Minutemen,
The Seeds,
Tommy Roe,
The New Christs,
Index,
the Swans,
Faraquet,
The Standells,
Siglo XX,
Cybotron,
Youth Brigade,
The Cure,
Inner City,
The Fortunes,
Cluster,
Arcadia,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.