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 Taiwan and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb 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 Grauzone to the punk 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Sandy B,
Excepter,
Minor Threat,
Easy Going,
Ten City,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lou Reed,
AZ,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mo-Dettes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Boz Scaggs,
Severed Heads,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tropical Tobacco,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Susan Cadogan,
Soulsonic Force,
Patti Smith,
Jandek,
Neu!,
The Human League,
Stereo Dub,
Ossler,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Judy Mowatt,
Visage,
Japan,
R.M.O.,
Basic Channel,
Oblivians,
The Buckinghams,
The Golliwogs,
The Techniques,
Amon Düül II,
Brothers Johnson,
Fatback Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Technova,
Fugazi,
David Bowie,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Brand Nubian,
The Names,
Michelle Simonal,
Joe Finger,
Barbara Tucker,
Gastr Del Sol,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cheater Slicks,
The Raincoats,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Colin Newman,
The Grass Roots,
Carl Craig,
The Standells,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.