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 Ukraine and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Lou Reed 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 Dead Boys to the grunge 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Rekid,
Ultravox,
Minor Threat,
Marmalade,
Theoretical Girls,
Echospace,
Drexciya,
Morten Harket,
The Residents,
Piero Umiliani,
The Zeros,
Isaac Hayes,
Brick,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Maleditus Sound,
Subhumans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Moebius,
The Toasters,
Easy Going,
Eden Ahbez,
The Skatalites,
Sexual Harrassment,
Janne Schatter,
X-102,
Idris Muhammad,
Alton Ellis,
Mark Hollis,
Peter and Kerry,
Monolake,
Television Personalities,
Circle Jerks,
Marvin Gaye,
The Monochrome Set,
Inner City,
Eddi Front,
Tomorrow,
The Smiths,
Guru Guru,
Pantytec,
Ken Boothe,
The Barracudas,
The Associates,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Pus,
Mandrill,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Knickerbockers,
The Dead C,
Mantronix,
Mr. Review,
Quando Quango,
Max Romeo,
Dave Gahan,
Yazoo,
Magma,
Royal Trux,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Heaven 17,
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You don't know what you really want.
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