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 Guatemala and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 Warsaw to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a güiro 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 marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
X-101,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Accadde A,
Scratch Acid,
Barbara Tucker,
Pantaleimon,
The Slackers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobby Womack,
The Last Poets,
KRS-One,
Rapeman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Count Five,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Slits,
The Divine Comedy,
The J.B.'s,
Livin' Joy,
DNA,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Flag,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Animal Collective,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joe Finger,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Second Layer,
Erykah Badu,
Slave,
Supertramp,
Marcia Griffiths,
Massinfluence,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Banda Bassotti,
The Wake,
Vainqueur,
Jeff Mills,
Arcadia,
Lyres,
Interpol,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Delta 5,
Visage,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Slits,
Lightning Bolt,
Traffic Nightmare,
David McCallum,
Niagra,
Neil Young,
Sun City Girls,
Brass Construction,
Scan 7,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Circle Jerks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Japan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.