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 South Africa and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 The Misunderstood to the disco 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Essential Logic,
Connie Case,
Kurtis Blow,
The Gun Club,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Donny Hathaway,
DJ Sneak,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joensuu 1685,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
L. Decosne,
The Index,
Davy DMX,
Trumans Water,
The Shadows of Knight,
Brick,
Hoover,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
K-Klass,
Alice Coltrane,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nick Fraelich,
Pantytec,
Minny Pops,
Gang of Four,
Barry Ungar,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Count Five,
Terry Callier,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Derrick May,
John Cale,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Intrusion,
Television Personalities,
Robert Wyatt,
Arthur Verocai,
the Normal,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soul Sonic Force,
Smog,
Heaven 17,
Schoolly D,
Yusef Lateef,
U.S. Maple,
Negative Approach,
Icehouse,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Peter & Gordon,
Pole,
Accadde A,
Gerry Rafferty,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rosa Yemen,
Juan Atkins,
Skaos,
Pulsallama,
The Velvet Underground,
Amon Düül,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.