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 Zimbabwe and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 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 Bobby Sherman to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Kool Moe Dee,
Chris Corsano,
Traffic Nightmare,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sam Rivers,
Television Personalities,
Unwound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lindisfarne,
The Pop Group,
Gastr Del Sol,
Stetsasonic,
Susan Cadogan,
Lyres,
New Order,
Spoonie Gee,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Maleditus Sound,
Nirvana,
This Heat,
the Fania All-Stars,
Oblivians,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pulsallama,
Gichy Dan,
Khruangbin,
The Busters,
The Young Rascals,
Eric Dolphy,
The Buckinghams,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lucky Dragons,
Unrelated Segments,
Royal Trux,
The Gun Club,
Sarah Menescal,
Half Japanese,
Duran Duran,
Symarip,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cameo,
Juan Atkins,
Ronnie Foster,
Sandy B,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Maurizio,
David McCallum,
PIL,
Delta 5,
Idris Muhammad,
Dark Day,
The Fall,
Section 25,
Malaria!,
Ultravox,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.