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 Tuvalu and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Sound to the techno 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 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 sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
The Seeds,
The Gun Club,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dual Sessions,
F. McDonald,
Second Layer,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Colin Newman,
Con Funk Shun,
Godley & Creme,
Eric Dolphy,
Lakeside,
Scrapy,
Rufus Thomas,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jesper Dahlback,
Zapp,
Fatback Band,
The Fire Engines,
Technova,
A Certain Ratio,
The Detroit Cobras,
L. Decosne,
Amon Düül II,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Mojo Men,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Malaria!,
Morten Harket,
Bill Wells,
The Index,
The Count Five,
Television,
Altered Images,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Slave,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
H. Thieme,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Durutti Column,
The Fugs,
Clear Light,
Circle Jerks,
Cal Tjader,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lyres,
Jacques Brel,
Royal Trux,
X-102,
Steve Hackett,
The New Christs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Accadde A,
Audionom,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Knickerbockers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lalann,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.