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 Liberia and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Throbbing Gristle to the grime 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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar 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 guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Associates,
Tom Boy,
Sugar Minott,
Alton Ellis,
Essential Logic,
Stiv Bators,
Colin Newman,
Moby Grape,
Jesper Dahlback,
Johnny Clarke,
Swans,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Remains,
Gregory Isaacs,
Magma,
The Blackbyrds,
Crispian St. Peters,
Charles Mingus,
Sam Rivers,
the Association,
Whodini,
Lungfish,
Roy Ayers,
Unrelated Segments,
Andrew Hill,
Motorama,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Q and Not U,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Average White Band,
Black Pus,
Lou Reed,
New York Dolls,
Absolute Body Control,
The Sound,
Ronan,
Bad Manners,
Brothers Johnson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Grass Roots,
Ossler,
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Gil Scott Heron,
The Golliwogs,
Davy DMX,
Sound Behaviour,
Pet Shop Boys,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Neil Young,
T.S.O.L.,
Soft Machine,
The Happenings,
Inner City,
Amon Düül II,
Pulsallama,
Sonny Sharrock,
The United States of America,
Bronski Beat,
Minor Threat,
Quadrant,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.