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 Algeria and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and an organ 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 oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Bobby Byrd,
F. McDonald,
Boredoms,
Procol Harum,
Simply Red,
Clear Light,
The Cowsills,
Alphaville,
John Holt,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Foxx,
Lalann,
Ken Boothe,
Rod Modell,
Sound Behaviour,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rekid,
Heaven 17,
Morten Harket,
Suburban Knight,
Neu!,
Hardrive,
Ludus,
June of 44,
Interpol,
Joe Smooth,
the Germs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Thompson Twins,
The Smoke,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fuzztones,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pole,
The Music Machine,
Josef K,
Nick Fraelich,
The Shadows of Knight,
David Axelrod,
Hoover,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
David Bowie,
Basic Channel,
Lebanon Hanover,
Aural Exciters,
The Human League,
The Last Poets,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Radio Birdman,
Sun City Girls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Trumans Water,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Unwound,
Lucky Dragons,
The Move,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.