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 Iran and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Bobby Byrd to the crunk 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord 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 rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rekid,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Deepchord,
Kas Product,
Jeru the Damaja,
Aural Exciters,
New York Dolls,
Danielle Patucci,
Massinfluence,
Jesper Dahlback,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bang On A Can,
Amon Düül II,
X-101,
Leonard Cohen,
Eric B and Rakim,
Deakin,
Girls At Our Best!,
The American Breed,
Magazine,
Nick Fraelich,
Tomorrow,
Mission of Burma,
Toni Rubio,
Parry Music,
Neil Young,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Minny Pops,
Sonic Youth,
Tropical Tobacco,
Public Image Ltd.,
Alphaville,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Depeche Mode,
Interpol,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Barry Ungar,
B.T. Express,
Delta 5,
FM Einheit,
The Sound,
Symarip,
The Associates,
Suburban Knight,
Inner City,
cv313,
Davy DMX,
Bobby Womack,
Andrew Hill,
The Fall,
Swans,
Ronnie Foster,
The Buckinghams,
The Evens,
kango's stein massive,
The Raincoats,
Flash Fearless,
The Vogues,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Saints,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.