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 Ukraine and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Pharoah Sanders,
Juan Atkins,
Bobby Sherman,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cal Tjader,
Graham Central Station,
Derrick Morgan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Excepter,
Wings,
Television,
Lower 48,
Pierre Henry,
Quantec,
Japan,
The Red Krayola,
Pussy Galore,
T. Rex,
This Heat,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ronnie Foster,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sparks,
Aaron Thompson,
Faraquet,
Mo-Dettes,
Matthew Halsall,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Anthony Braxton,
Q and Not U,
H. Thieme,
The Pretty Things,
Absolute Body Control,
Barry Ungar,
Fear,
La Düsseldorf,
Johnny Osbourne,
Skarface,
The Beau Brummels,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Sonics,
The Offenders,
AZ,
The Five Americans,
Symarip,
Grandmaster Flash,
OOIOO,
Alice Coltrane,
Heaven 17,
Jawbox,
The Techniques,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Livin' Joy,
E-Dancer,
Sällskapet,
The Last Poets,
Barrington Levy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.