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 Romania and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ohio Players to the disco 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron 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 mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Intrusion,
Television,
Eden Ahbez,
EPMD,
The Young Rascals,
Alice Coltrane,
Boredoms,
kango's stein massive,
Groovy Waters,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fugs,
Radiohead,
The Monks,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fortunes,
10cc,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eric Dolphy,
Moebius,
Faust,
Sonic Youth,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eve St. Jones,
The Busters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Brick,
The Golliwogs,
The Red Krayola,
Shuggie Otis,
Animal Collective,
Mars,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Alton Ellis,
Ice-T,
Roxy Music,
Accadde A,
The Sound,
Monks,
Oblivians,
Bang On A Can,
Altered Images,
Freddie Wadling,
The Stooges,
Fat Boys,
Reuben Wilson,
Icehouse,
Peter and Kerry,
The Residents,
Lakeside,
Neu!,
Ultimate Spinach,
New Age Steppers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Moleskins,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Buckinghams,
Harry Pussy,
Dual Sessions,
Nik Kershaw,
Pantaleimon,
The United States of America,
Metal Thangz,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.