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 Angola and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Altered Images 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cecil Taylor,
AZ,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fluxion,
Black Pus,
Sixth Finger,
Susan Cadogan,
Tom Boy,
Make Up,
The Offenders,
Rhythm & Sound,
Letta Mbulu,
Aloha Tigers,
Kas Product,
Black Moon,
Josef K,
Lebanon Hanover,
Inner City,
The Zeros,
Little Man,
Goldenarms,
Section 25,
Todd Rundgren,
Rosa Yemen,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Pretty Things,
Graham Central Station,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mad Mike,
Joy Division,
The Real Kids,
The Last Poets,
Panda Bear,
Frankie Knuckles,
This Heat,
Scion,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mo-Dettes,
Neu!,
Unwound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobby Byrd,
Livin' Joy,
Arthur Verocai,
Cymande,
Sugar Minott,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Freddie Wadling,
Albert Ayler,
Eric Dolphy,
Bob Dylan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Massinfluence,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.