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 Andorra and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 The J.B.'s to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro 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 organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Accadde A,
Smog,
Todd Rundgren,
Chris & Cosey,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Iggy Pop,
T.S.O.L.,
The Leaves,
Camouflage,
Blake Baxter,
Laurel Aitken,
Barclay James Harvest,
A Certain Ratio,
Max Romeo,
Banda Bassotti,
Cluster,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Symarip,
Anakelly,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bill Near,
Rufus Thomas,
The Monks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ten City,
Fat Boys,
Juan Atkins,
MDC,
Maleditus Sound,
Donald Byrd,
The Index,
The Fortunes,
Byron Stingily,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sparks,
Silicon Teens,
Henry Cow,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nas,
The Sound,
Kenny Larkin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Robert Hood,
The Young Rascals,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Royal Trux,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Pop Group,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ice-T,
Buzzcocks,
Liliput,
K-Klass,
Agent Orange,
Barbara Tucker,
Letta Mbulu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Minny Pops,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.