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 Tajikistan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
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 arpeggiator 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Ken Boothe,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Martian,
Lyres,
Smog,
Joyce Sims,
Public Enemy,
Michelle Simonal,
Grauzone,
Tropical Tobacco,
Flash Fearless,
Oneida,
Marine Girls,
Bush Tetras,
Nirvana,
Ronan,
John Foxx,
PIL,
Sight & Sound,
Sällskapet,
Harmonia,
Davy DMX,
The Fall,
Accadde A,
Girls At Our Best!,
Clear Light,
Brass Construction,
The Real Kids,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
David Axelrod,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Slackers,
Sandy B,
The Offenders,
Saccharine Trust,
Negative Approach,
Siglo XX,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Quando Quango,
The Detroit Cobras,
EPMD,
Nik Kershaw,
Sound Behaviour,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fatback Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mary Jane Girls,
Maleditus Sound,
Morten Harket,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sun City Girls,
John Holt,
Al Stewart,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Saints,
The Mummies,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tomorrow,
Derrick May,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.