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 Azerbaijan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 chamberlin 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 Television to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Jandek,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sällskapet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ken Boothe,
Black Bananas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fluxion,
D'Angelo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Coltrane,
Joensuu 1685,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bang On A Can,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Electric Prunes,
MC5,
Bill Near,
Nico,
Juan Atkins,
Cymande,
UT,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Holt,
Fatback Band,
The Saints,
Chris Corsano,
Lakeside,
Aaron Thompson,
Tubeway Army,
Bush Tetras,
The Raincoats,
June Days,
Zero Boys,
Subhumans,
Donny Hathaway,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Aswad,
The Gladiators,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dorothy Ashby,
Negative Approach,
Johnny Clarke,
Masters at Work,
Ossler,
Yellowson,
Babytalk,
Dark Day,
Excepter,
The Residents,
Hardrive,
Nas,
Todd Terry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Skriet,
The Dead C,
Vainqueur,
Agent Orange,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.