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 Peru and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Man Eating Sloth to the disco 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe 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 chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Sun Ra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Max Romeo,
Qualms,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bauhaus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Symarip,
Johnny Clarke,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Red Krayola,
Sex Pistols,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tubeway Army,
Hashim,
Pole,
The Fugs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Can,
Ice-T,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Evens,
The Slackers,
Bush Tetras,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Babytalk,
Buzzcocks,
Aural Exciters,
Darondo,
Danielle Patucci,
The Names,
Animal Collective,
Carl Craig,
The Wake,
Howard Jones,
The Residents,
Alphaville,
Byron Stingily,
Unwound,
The Modern Lovers,
The Cramps,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Duran Duran,
This Heat,
Charles Mingus,
Agent Orange,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Normal,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kurtis Blow,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Mojo Men,
OOIOO,
Morten Harket,
Make Up,
Schoolly D,
Swans,
The Move,
The Trojans,
Cheater Slicks,
Shuggie Otis,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.