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 Tuvalu and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 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 Sonics to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Faraquet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Sonics,
Depeche Mode,
Slick Rick,
The Modern Lovers,
Harmonia,
Roxette,
The Gap Band,
Dual Sessions,
Faust,
The Saints,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Robert Görl,
Scion,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Barbara Tucker,
Jesper Dahlback,
Technova,
Saccharine Trust,
X-Ray Spex,
Wire,
The Misunderstood,
Amon Düül,
John Cale,
Clear Light,
The Moody Blues,
Tommy Roe,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nation of Ulysses,
Khruangbin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Vladislav Delay,
Dark Day,
The Standells,
the Bar-Kays,
Section 25,
Shoche,
Camouflage,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kevin Saunderson,
Warren Ellis,
Second Layer,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Oblivians,
Absolute Body Control,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
A Certain Ratio,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sparks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ornette Coleman,
Joy Division,
The Smiths,
Arthur Verocai,
Terry Callier,
Electric Prunes,
Interpol,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.