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 Comoros and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Rufus Thomas to the funk 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Soft Machine,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Agent Orange,
Rotary Connection,
The Leaves,
The Raincoats,
Audionom,
Bill Near,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cheater Slicks,
Qualms,
Khruangbin,
Bauhaus,
Funky Four + One,
Glenn Branca,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ronnie Foster,
Hardrive,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crispy Ambulance,
kango's stein massive,
Marvin Gaye,
Hot Snakes,
Los Fastidios,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pantytec,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Vainqueur,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tommy Roe,
La Düsseldorf,
Donald Byrd,
Mars,
The Kinks,
Fatback Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Youth Brigade,
Magma,
Gang of Four,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Slick Rick,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Todd Rundgren,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fuzztones,
Minnie Riperton,
Dark Day,
Amon Düül II,
Joyce Sims,
Skarface,
the Association,
The Cowsills,
The Mummies,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crash Course in Science,
Lungfish,
Camberwell Now,
X-101,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.