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 Burkina and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Alice Coltrane to the grime 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Janne Schatter,
Flash Fearless,
Symarip,
Zero Boys,
Scratch Acid,
Mr. Review,
Andrew Hill,
Dennis Brown,
The Gladiators,
Sällskapet,
Stiv Bators,
Yazoo,
A Certain Ratio,
Simply Red,
Rekid,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jerry's Kids,
Lungfish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cal Tjader,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eddi Front,
Average White Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Barry Ungar,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rufus Thomas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Peter and Kerry,
The Seeds,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tears for Fears,
Silicon Teens,
Marine Girls,
June of 44,
ABC,
Black Pus,
The Grass Roots,
the Bar-Kays,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Arcadia,
Sonny Sharrock,
KRS-One,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Motorama,
Deadbeat,
Suicide,
Robert Görl,
Warsaw,
The Music Machine,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jacques Brel,
The Mojo Men,
These Immortal Souls,
Bush Tetras,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Amon Düül II,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Skatalites,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.