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 Italy and from Jakarta.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar 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 The Tremeloes to the techno 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Tom Boy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Soft Cell,
Stereo Dub,
Arthur Verocai,
Lungfish,
The Leaves,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rapeman,
Alice Coltrane,
Silicon Teens,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marmalade,
Mr. Review,
A Certain Ratio,
Jandek,
Ice-T,
Eli Mardock,
Dual Sessions,
Lucky Dragons,
Ultravox,
Robert Wyatt,
The Cowsills,
Metal Thangz,
The Evens,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Residents,
The Blackbyrds,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Popol Vuh,
John Cale,
Tubeway Army,
The Searchers,
OOIOO,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bauhaus,
ABC,
Absolute Body Control,
Tropical Tobacco,
Big Daddy Kane,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mission of Burma,
Qualms,
Surgeon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Velvet Underground,
Eric Dolphy,
Piero Umiliani,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Public Enemy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Index,
Ponytail,
the Slits,
The Vogues,
Average White Band,
Little Man,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.