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 Australia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 David Bowie 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 Clear Light to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
X-Ray Spex,
DNA,
Nico,
Supertramp,
Lebanon Hanover,
Echospace,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
R.M.O.,
EPMD,
Underground Resistance,
Tomorrow,
Hasil Adkins,
Scrapy,
Robert Hood,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Kinks,
Subhumans,
Guru Guru,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Soft Machine,
Michelle Simonal,
Model 500,
ABBA,
Alice Coltrane,
Pussy Galore,
David Axelrod,
The Blackbyrds,
Masters at Work,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Piero Umiliani,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Max Romeo,
Moby Grape,
Magma,
New Age Steppers,
Johnny Clarke,
Ken Boothe,
Susan Cadogan,
Mo-Dettes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cecil Taylor,
Television,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Stereo Dub,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Roxette,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Modern Lovers,
Ituana,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Red Krayola,
The Sound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Gories,
The Victims,
Con Funk Shun,
Anthony Braxton,
The Grass Roots,
Outsiders,
Chris Corsano,
The Remains,
Icehouse,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.