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 Togo and from Seoul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Smoke to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Peter and Kerry,
T.S.O.L.,
Wire,
Sonic Youth,
Roy Ayers,
Nico,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eric Copeland,
Deakin,
Babytalk,
Derrick May,
Patti Smith,
Aural Exciters,
Trumans Water,
The Standells,
Brothers Johnson,
Dark Day,
The Offenders,
Todd Rundgren,
Sun Ra,
Bush Tetras,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Stooges,
Black Pus,
Whodini,
Young Marble Giants,
Dennis Brown,
Black Bananas,
The Angels of Light,
Visage,
Index,
Tears for Fears,
Los Fastidios,
Boredoms,
The Slits,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Roger Hodgson,
Niagra,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gabor Szabo,
The Electric Prunes,
Wings,
Simply Red,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Essential Logic,
Moby Grape,
X-102,
Nirvana,
Nik Kershaw,
Big Daddy Kane,
Josef K,
Groovy Waters,
Ten City,
the Germs,
The Divine Comedy,
Lalann,
Gichy Dan,
The Red Krayola,
Deepchord,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.