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 Montenegro and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Joe Finger to the dance 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
The Remains,
Tim Buckley,
The Gladiators,
Slave,
The Sound,
Steve Hackett,
Von Mondo,
U.S. Maple,
Royal Trux,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Anakelly,
Desert Stars,
Gong,
Jeff Mills,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sonny Sharrock,
Delta 5,
Clear Light,
Urselle,
Technova,
Erasure,
Aswad,
Gang Gang Dance,
Peter and Kerry,
Hot Snakes,
Sam Rivers,
Robert Görl,
Sonic Youth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Infiniti,
Scrapy,
Todd Terry,
Crispy Ambulance,
Laurel Aitken,
CMW,
Easy Going,
Jacob Miller,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Misunderstood,
The Birthday Party,
Bootsy Collins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Reagan Youth,
Eli Mardock,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Shuggie Otis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bob Dylan,
Television,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rotary Connection,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Blossom Toes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Suicide,
H. Thieme,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Radiopuhelimet,
Isaac Hayes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.