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 Nepal and from Manila.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 David Bowie 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 Flipper to the dance 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Guru Guru,
Liliput,
Television,
Reagan Youth,
Shoche,
The Doobie Brothers,
Stiv Bators,
Bobby Womack,
James White and The Blacks,
Brick,
Roxy Music,
New Age Steppers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tubeway Army,
Dawn Penn,
Fela Kuti,
New Order,
Ten City,
The Monks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Vogues,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cameo,
Yellowson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hasil Adkins,
Aswad,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
X-102,
Scratch Acid,
Deakin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Blancmange,
Tom Boy,
These Immortal Souls,
DNA,
Scion,
Bad Manners,
E-Dancer,
David Bowie,
the Bar-Kays,
Ultravox,
The Last Poets,
The Remains,
AZ,
Minnie Riperton,
Wire,
Minutemen,
Stetsasonic,
The Stooges,
Alison Limerick,
Quantec,
Sarah Menescal,
R.M.O.,
The Smoke,
Echospace,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cybotron,
Flipper,
Nick Fraelich,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.