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 Japan and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 The Martian 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar 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 synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Radiohead,
Harmonia,
The Grass Roots,
Ultimate Spinach,
Make Up,
Junior Murvin,
Gang Starr,
Basic Channel,
Howard Jones,
Essential Logic,
Sonic Youth,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scientists,
Interpol,
the Association,
X-101,
Gang Green,
Kaleidoscope,
The Cowsills,
Jandek,
Blancmange,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Agent Orange,
The Tremeloes,
Accadde A,
FM Einheit,
Al Stewart,
Bush Tetras,
Carl Craig,
Mo-Dettes,
Sight & Sound,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Invisible,
Barbara Tucker,
Yazoo,
Robert Görl,
Depeche Mode,
Dave Gahan,
Goldenarms,
Amon Düül II,
The Zeros,
Matthew Bourne,
John Holt,
Peter and Kerry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Theoretical Girls,
Das Ding,
Bobby Byrd,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Mighty Diamonds,
a-ha,
Spandau Ballet,
Boredoms,
Underground Resistance,
Rufus Thomas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.