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 Serbia and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The American Breed to the punk 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
DJ Style,
Quadrant,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camberwell Now,
Cameo,
Michelle Simonal,
Roger Hodgson,
David McCallum,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Q and Not U,
Bizarre Inc.,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Offenders,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kurtis Blow,
The Grass Roots,
The Invisible,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
FM Einheit,
Carl Craig,
Zapp,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
cv313,
The Real Kids,
Cybotron,
Delta 5,
The Skatalites,
Grey Daturas,
The Raincoats,
Nik Kershaw,
This Heat,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Theoretical Girls,
Yaz,
Jerry's Kids,
Visage,
Derrick May,
Wally Richardson,
Althea and Donna,
Erykah Badu,
DNA,
Toni Rubio,
Cal Tjader,
The Gap Band,
Sound Behaviour,
John Cale,
The Dave Clark Five,
Depeche Mode,
Quando Quango,
Brothers Johnson,
These Immortal Souls,
EPMD,
Lalo Schifrin,
ABC,
Altered Images,
Janne Schatter,
Intrusion,
Kayak,
The Stooges,
The Monks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Anthony Braxton,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.