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 Lesotho and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Birthday Party to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a chamberlin 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 sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
cv313,
Bobby Womack,
Brand Nubian,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gang Green,
Yusef Lateef,
Nick Fraelich,
Gang of Four,
Isaac Hayes,
Man Parrish,
Camberwell Now,
the Human League,
Eric Copeland,
Eurythmics,
Donald Byrd,
Slave,
Vladislav Delay,
Nirvana,
Sparks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pierre Henry,
The Residents,
Suburban Knight,
Lower 48,
Shoche,
The Fugs,
Roger Hodgson,
Youth Brigade,
Altered Images,
The Seeds,
Marine Girls,
Joensuu 1685,
The American Breed,
Black Bananas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crooked Eye,
The Toasters,
Juan Atkins,
Mad Mike,
The Remains,
The Buckinghams,
The Electric Prunes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Parry Music,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Easy Going,
The Detroit Cobras,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Buzzcocks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Saccharine Trust,
Main Source,
Dorothy Ashby,
Graham Central Station,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.