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 Poland and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cybotron to the techno 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar 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 organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Monolake,
Flipper,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Remains,
Heaven 17,
John Coltrane,
Roxy Music,
Reuben Wilson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bauhaus,
Thee Headcoats,
Skaos,
Grey Daturas,
Ice-T,
Bill Wells,
Visage,
Lower 48,
D'Angelo,
Sun City Girls,
Pere Ubu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Glenn Branca,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Technova,
The Associates,
Iggy Pop,
Negative Approach,
Marmalade,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Moon,
Wolf Eyes,
Brand Nubian,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Normal,
Jerry's Kids,
Drive Like Jehu,
Main Source,
Soft Cell,
Kevin Saunderson,
Warsaw,
LL Cool J,
Deadbeat,
This Heat,
FM Einheit,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Country Teasers,
Sparks,
Erasure,
Siglo XX,
The Victims,
Stiv Bators,
Q65,
Nik Kershaw,
Blancmange,
Judy Mowatt,
Popol Vuh,
Byron Stingily,
Whodini,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.