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 Kiribati and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Marcia Griffiths to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
The Moleskins,
Average White Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scan 7,
Ultravox,
Marmalade,
Ten City,
Deepchord,
Outsiders,
Malaria!,
Gichy Dan,
Dark Day,
Pagans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Kinks,
Icehouse,
Prince Buster,
The Black Dice,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Barracudas,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pharoah Sanders,
F. McDonald,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eurythmics,
The United States of America,
Swell Maps,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tropical Tobacco,
Yellowson,
The Residents,
Underground Resistance,
Kurtis Blow,
Slave,
Pussy Galore,
The Toasters,
Glenn Branca,
Can,
Hardrive,
Robert Görl,
The Fall,
The Skatalites,
Dead Boys,
Heaven 17,
Big Daddy Kane,
UT,
Chrome,
R.M.O.,
Johnny Clarke,
Sam Rivers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bobby Byrd,
Camouflage,
Maurizio,
Ornette Coleman,
Qualms,
Urselle,
Dave Gahan,
OOIOO,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Man Parrish,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.