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 Mali and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Blake Baxter to the grunge 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Popol Vuh,
Moebius,
Arab on Radar,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Last Poets,
Visage,
Fat Boys,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tommy Roe,
Barry Ungar,
Interpol,
Deadbeat,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Steve Hackett,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Sheep,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Skriet,
Negative Approach,
The Sound,
X-101,
Minnie Riperton,
Zero Boys,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Standells,
Black Moon,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Fugs,
UT,
Cluster,
Heaven 17,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pole,
Rotary Connection,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Patti Smith,
Mary Jane Girls,
Stiv Bators,
cv313,
John Lydon,
PIL,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Names,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Parry Music,
Max Romeo,
B.T. Express,
World's Most,
Kevin Saunderson,
Desert Stars,
Reuben Wilson,
Organ,
Mission of Burma,
Jimmy McGriff,
Index,
Susan Cadogan,
Brass Construction,
Television,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Modern Lovers,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.