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 Sierra Leone and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb 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 Stooges to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes 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 chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gang Gang Dance,
Glenn Branca,
The Cure,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
New York Dolls,
Scientists,
Alice Coltrane,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Zapp,
Mad Mike,
the Fania All-Stars,
Icehouse,
Jesper Dahlback,
Matthew Halsall,
Nik Kershaw,
Dave Gahan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Inner City,
The Offenders,
Kenny Larkin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Popol Vuh,
a-ha,
The Music Machine,
Lakeside,
Gichy Dan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Vogues,
Supertramp,
The Mojo Men,
The Gun Club,
Skriet,
Make Up,
Cymande,
Silicon Teens,
Brand Nubian,
The Leaves,
Depeche Mode,
Newcleus,
The Buckinghams,
Interpol,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nas,
Yellowson,
Mantronix,
The Standells,
The Human League,
The Modern Lovers,
Cybotron,
Erasure,
Ossler,
T.S.O.L.,
CMW,
Public Image Ltd.,
Panda Bear,
Cameo,
Gong,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.