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 Albania and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum 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 Neu! to the electroclash 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joey Negro,
Junior Murvin,
Warren Ellis,
Lyres,
The Dead C,
Janne Schatter,
Fluxion,
Pagans,
John Cale,
Japan,
Barrington Levy,
the Bar-Kays,
Johnny Osbourne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ponytail,
London Community Gospel Choir,
LL Cool J,
Stetsasonic,
Pulsallama,
The Saints,
Young Marble Giants,
Frankie Knuckles,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pantaleimon,
X-102,
The Gories,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Vainqueur,
Metal Thangz,
Marmalade,
Franke,
Harpers Bizarre,
a-ha,
Brick,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Public Image Ltd.,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cybotron,
the Swans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soulsonic Force,
The Doors,
Prince Buster,
Robert Hood,
The Golliwogs,
Public Enemy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
10cc,
Barry Ungar,
Whodini,
China Crisis,
Eric Copeland,
La Düsseldorf,
Bill Wells,
The Blues Magoos,
Soft Machine,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Albert Ayler,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.