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 Chile and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Roxy Music,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Toasters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Gap Band,
The Pretty Things,
The Trojans,
Television Personalities,
The Monks,
Lower 48,
John Cale,
Pierre Henry,
Man Parrish,
Eric B and Rakim,
Buzzcocks,
The Dead C,
The Zeros,
Rekid,
ABBA,
The Seeds,
The Dave Clark Five,
Delon & Dalcan,
FM Einheit,
Eric Copeland,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Todd Terry,
Al Stewart,
Gang Starr,
Fear,
Traffic Nightmare,
Grey Daturas,
Avey Tare,
The Beau Brummels,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Girls At Our Best!,
Qualms,
Simply Red,
The Offenders,
Inner City,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Unwound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
H. Thieme,
The Smiths,
X-102,
Mad Mike,
Tubeway Army,
Chris & Cosey,
The Saints,
Essential Logic,
The Fall,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nation of Ulysses,
Albert Ayler,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Schoolly D,
Das Ding,
Amon Düül,
The Martian,
Tres Demented,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.