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 Ethiopia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Rosa Yemen to the funk 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum 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 sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Con Funk Shun,
Iggy Pop,
Bang On A Can,
The Slackers,
Roxy Music,
Charles Mingus,
Maurizio,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Donny Hathaway,
Eric Dolphy,
cv313,
the Human League,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Oblivians,
John Holt,
Los Fastidios,
Mr. Review,
Echospace,
FM Einheit,
The Beau Brummels,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bill Near,
John Lydon,
Camouflage,
Grey Daturas,
Main Source,
Section 25,
Jimmy McGriff,
Radio Birdman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Audionom,
The Motions,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Panda Bear,
Neu!,
Michelle Simonal,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Massinfluence,
CMW,
Ultra Naté,
Von Mondo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Faraquet,
The Associates,
Delta 5,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Buckinghams,
Joey Negro,
The Golliwogs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fatback Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crooked Eye,
Minutemen,
The Count Five,
Darondo,
Faust,
K-Klass,
The Monochrome Set,
Soul Sonic Force,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.