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 Kyrgyzstan and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar 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 Spoonie Gee to the grime 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Charles Mingus,
A Certain Ratio,
Visage,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lindisfarne,
Royal Trux,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Massinfluence,
The Moody Blues,
LL Cool J,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tommy Roe,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pylon,
Brass Construction,
Icehouse,
Whodini,
Pantaleimon,
Robert Hood,
Rod Modell,
Groovy Waters,
Wire,
Barbara Tucker,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
DNA,
cv313,
8 Eyed Spy,
Saccharine Trust,
David Axelrod,
Man Eating Sloth,
MC5,
Symarip,
Dennis Brown,
Altered Images,
Y Pants,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Unwound,
Quadrant,
Excepter,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lungfish,
Arcadia,
The Cowsills,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jeff Mills,
Ultravox,
Boz Scaggs,
Michelle Simonal,
B.T. Express,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Gun Club,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
F. McDonald,
Cluster,
The Pretty Things,
Magazine,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.