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 Vanuatu and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Skriet to the funk 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Zapp,
Spandau Ballet,
The Move,
Mo-Dettes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Janne Schatter,
Pierre Henry,
B.T. Express,
The Electric Prunes,
The Dead C,
Crooked Eye,
Mad Mike,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sam Rivers,
Marvin Gaye,
Whodini,
Tommy Roe,
Sound Behaviour,
Rakim,
Erykah Badu,
Sex Pistols,
the Bar-Kays,
Jeru the Damaja,
Half Japanese,
LL Cool J,
Slave,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Man Parrish,
One Last Wish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Au Pairs,
Scientists,
Pantaleimon,
The Sonics,
Donald Byrd,
Jerry's Kids,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Angels of Light,
Anthony Braxton,
The Blues Magoos,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Youth Brigade,
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Rod Modell,
Mandrill,
Kurtis Blow,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Happenings,
The Mummies,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Donny Hathaway,
Tres Demented,
Y Pants,
Gastr Del Sol,
Robert Hood,
Alton Ellis,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.