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 Portugal and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord 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 Public Image Ltd. to the jazz 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Soft Machine,
Angry Samoans,
The Remains,
John Coltrane,
Trumans Water,
Hot Snakes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Invisible,
The Happenings,
Mr. Review,
Dorothy Ashby,
Saccharine Trust,
Pierre Henry,
The United States of America,
The Gories,
Blossom Toes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The American Breed,
Eric Dolphy,
The Pretty Things,
Pantaleimon,
D'Angelo,
The Neon Judgement,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Althea and Donna,
The Seeds,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bronski Beat,
Rites of Spring,
Henry Cow,
New Age Steppers,
Erasure,
Wolf Eyes,
The Mojo Men,
Rakim,
Albert Ayler,
Erykah Badu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Spandau Ballet,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crooked Eye,
Colin Newman,
Jandek,
Funkadelic,
Lucky Dragons,
The Victims,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Josef K,
Warren Ellis,
New Order,
Lalo Schifrin,
Smog,
Marcia Griffiths,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dual Sessions,
Leonard Cohen,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.