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 Slovakia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pantytec to the rap 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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Susan Cadogan,
Yusef Lateef,
ABBA,
Neu!,
Crooked Eye,
In Retrospect,
Franke,
Panda Bear,
The Gories,
The Raincoats,
Soul II Soul,
Derrick Morgan,
Albert Ayler,
Au Pairs,
New Age Steppers,
The Misunderstood,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mission of Burma,
Surgeon,
The Doors,
New York Dolls,
Bluetip,
Ossler,
Delta 5,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ronan,
The Red Krayola,
Spandau Ballet,
New Order,
H. Thieme,
Traffic Nightmare,
Yellowson,
Main Source,
Smog,
The Mojo Men,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobby Womack,
Mandrill,
Derrick May,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lou Christie,
Mr. Review,
Q65,
Eric B and Rakim,
Danielle Patucci,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Alphaville,
JFA,
Minnie Riperton,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Velvet Underground,
the Swans,
Scrapy,
Yaz,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Alton Ellis,
Television,
Archie Shepp,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Offenders,
Gang Starr,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.