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 Sudan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Charles Mingus to the crunk 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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
F. McDonald,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
8 Eyed Spy,
Max Romeo,
Aural Exciters,
Minnie Riperton,
John Lydon,
Peter and Kerry,
Siglo XX,
Public Enemy,
Warren Ellis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Blues Magoos,
Au Pairs,
the Swans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Busters,
Mantronix,
Jeru the Damaja,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lakeside,
K-Klass,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mo-Dettes,
Quadrant,
Faraquet,
Q and Not U,
Main Source,
Swans,
Urselle,
Franke,
Kaleidoscope,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Toasters,
Fela Kuti,
Wally Richardson,
Cecil Taylor,
Marvin Gaye,
Silicon Teens,
Royal Trux,
Scrapy,
Outsiders,
Bluetip,
LL Cool J,
The Names,
Scion,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gil Scott Heron,
Yazoo,
Jerry's Kids,
Nik Kershaw,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Saccharine Trust,
The Buckinghams,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
These Immortal Souls,
The Sound,
The Cure,
The Fortunes,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.