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 Iceland and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Holger Czukay 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 Carl Craig 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a snare 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 linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Black Moon,
Todd Terry,
Dennis Brown,
Patti Smith,
Dual Sessions,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Moebius,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Excepter,
Jacques Brel,
The Fall,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bluetip,
The Dead C,
Lower 48,
Derrick May,
Gang Starr,
Arcadia,
Bad Manners,
Pussy Galore,
Masters at Work,
Kas Product,
Suicide,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Spoonie Gee,
Marvin Gaye,
The Young Rascals,
Mission of Burma,
Porter Ricks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hardrive,
Parry Music,
Rekid,
Thee Headcoats,
Grey Daturas,
Severed Heads,
Jawbox,
DJ Style,
Ronan,
Grauzone,
The Gun Club,
Todd Rundgren,
Sight & Sound,
Jimmy McGriff,
June Days,
Jeff Mills,
Susan Cadogan,
Con Funk Shun,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bill Wells,
Kerrie Biddell,
Maurizio,
The Buckinghams,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Alison Limerick,
The Litter,
Archie Shepp,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.