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 Afghanistan and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Michael McDonald 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 Lou Reed to the grime 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Essential Logic,
10cc,
Vladislav Delay,
Pylon,
Qualms,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Arab on Radar,
Frankie Knuckles,
Neu!,
Minor Threat,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Arcadia,
Zapp,
R.M.O.,
Massinfluence,
The Wake,
Tommy Roe,
Sixth Finger,
The Fuzztones,
James White and The Blacks,
Icehouse,
Roxy Music,
Eric B and Rakim,
David McCallum,
Tom Boy,
Kaleidoscope,
Laurel Aitken,
Eden Ahbez,
Judy Mowatt,
Quantec,
Skarface,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Dirtbombs,
Derrick Morgan,
Matthew Bourne,
Bill Wells,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Popol Vuh,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
DJ Sneak,
LL Cool J,
The Grass Roots,
Byron Stingily,
In Retrospect,
The Trojans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fat Boys,
The Moleskins,
Mr. Review,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sonic Youth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scott Walker,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cluster,
The Doors,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.