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 Monaco and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Move to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Roy Ayers,
Lungfish,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wolf Eyes,
Pagans,
The Cure,
Liliput,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
EPMD,
Spoonie Gee,
Funky Four + One,
Livin' Joy,
The Human League,
the Bar-Kays,
Mars,
Spandau Ballet,
The Cramps,
The Gladiators,
Niagra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jawbox,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sparks,
Soft Machine,
Japan,
L. Decosne,
Judy Mowatt,
Junior Murvin,
Dark Day,
Bizarre Inc.,
Maurizio,
Excepter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Golliwogs,
Crash Course in Science,
The Associates,
Mantronix,
Cal Tjader,
The Real Kids,
Au Pairs,
Flipper,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
June of 44,
Rosa Yemen,
Kenny Larkin,
Pantaleimon,
Ken Boothe,
Y Pants,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Don Cherry,
The Divine Comedy,
DJ Style,
Skarface,
Dorothy Ashby,
F. McDonald,
Magma,
Joe Smooth,
The Young Rascals,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gichy Dan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.