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 Marshall Islands and from Hong Kong.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 David Bowie 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 Infiniti to the disco 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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Rod Modell,
Idris Muhammad,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jeru the Damaja,
Aaron Thompson,
Lightning Bolt,
Ossler,
Spoonie Gee,
MC5,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Happenings,
Dead Boys,
Faust,
Ultravox,
Fear,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marvin Gaye,
Jawbox,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Names,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Slits,
Silicon Teens,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Music Machine,
Television,
Blancmange,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Wake,
Adolescents,
Junior Murvin,
Thompson Twins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
New Age Steppers,
Scott Walker,
Hot Snakes,
Joensuu 1685,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fall,
The J.B.'s,
Eric B and Rakim,
Harpers Bizarre,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pantaleimon,
The Blackbyrds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Trojans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
a-ha,
Eric Dolphy,
The Human League,
Zapp,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sun Ra,
Fluxion,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.