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 China and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 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 Trumans Water to the rock 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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ossler,
a-ha,
Bobby Sherman,
Anthony Braxton,
The Zeros,
Eden Ahbez,
Yusef Lateef,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jandek,
Lalann,
Neu!,
Panda Bear,
Ronan,
Audionom,
F. McDonald,
D'Angelo,
Marc Almond,
Tubeway Army,
Grey Daturas,
The Walker Brothers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bill Wells,
Terry Callier,
Scratch Acid,
John Cale,
The Gap Band,
Warren Ellis,
The Martian,
T. Rex,
Peter & Gordon,
Deadbeat,
The Gun Club,
Soft Cell,
Lindisfarne,
The Happenings,
Monolake,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Flesh Eaters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Erasure,
Wally Richardson,
Davy DMX,
Saccharine Trust,
the Bar-Kays,
New Age Steppers,
Second Layer,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Stooges,
Newcleus,
MDC,
Donny Hathaway,
Icehouse,
Oblivians,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mandrill,
Gastr Del Sol,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.