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 Turkmenistan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Pere Ubu to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer 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 marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lalann,
Patti Smith,
Yellowson,
Amon Düül II,
Aaron Thompson,
MC5,
Royal Trux,
Blake Baxter,
Cluster,
Soft Machine,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Smiths,
Bobby Womack,
Organ,
The Angels of Light,
FM Einheit,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Country Joe & The Fish,
T. Rex,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Radio Birdman,
The Vogues,
Siglo XX,
Joe Finger,
The Techniques,
Stereo Dub,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Soft Cell,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Judy Mowatt,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Michelle Simonal,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Supertramp,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eurythmics,
Scientists,
Fatback Band,
Essential Logic,
AZ,
Idris Muhammad,
Trumans Water,
Todd Rundgren,
Duran Duran,
Excepter,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dawn Penn,
Charles Mingus,
Ossler,
John Foxx,
H. Thieme,
The Barracudas,
Howard Jones,
The Misunderstood,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.