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 Liberia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 D'Angelo to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Whodini,
Y Pants,
Isaac Hayes,
Ronan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mr. Review,
Scion,
Absolute Body Control,
The Electric Prunes,
H. Thieme,
Intrusion,
Graham Central Station,
Erykah Badu,
Iggy Pop,
The Fall,
The Black Dice,
Robert Wyatt,
The Shadows of Knight,
Spandau Ballet,
The Star Department,
John Cale,
Spoonie Gee,
Soft Cell,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wire,
The Gories,
Dead Boys,
Gabor Szabo,
Lower 48,
Mission of Burma,
Mantronix,
Joensuu 1685,
Shoche,
Reagan Youth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Saccharine Trust,
Marmalade,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Robert Hood,
Amon Düül,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dark Day,
Tommy Roe,
Derrick May,
PIL,
the Association,
Quadrant,
Angry Samoans,
Sarah Menescal,
the Soft Cell,
Das Ding,
The Mojo Men,
Piero Umiliani,
Kenny Larkin,
Pierre Henry,
Rapeman,
Susan Cadogan,
The Raincoats,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.