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 Bahrain and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro 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 Average White Band to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin 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 spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Rhythm & Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Faraquet,
Thee Headcoats,
Connie Case,
Ultra Naté,
Tom Boy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lalo Schifrin,
Carl Craig,
Heaven 17,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Massinfluence,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Juan Atkins,
Robert Wyatt,
The Move,
a-ha,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Lydon,
Black Sheep,
The Walker Brothers,
Mad Mike,
Procol Harum,
Althea and Donna,
Bobby Womack,
Albert Ayler,
The Litter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joey Negro,
Eric B and Rakim,
Echospace,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Vladislav Delay,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Normal,
Spandau Ballet,
Goldenarms,
Jacob Miller,
Toni Rubio,
The Kinks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Peter and Kerry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Remains,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wire,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Velvet Underground,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Davy DMX,
Vainqueur,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Shadows of Knight,
Quantec,
Ohio Players,
Bob Dylan,
Bill Wells,
Rufus Thomas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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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.