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 Taiwan and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
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 arpeggiator 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 Lakeside to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Marvin Gaye,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sonny Sharrock,
Au Pairs,
JFA,
Patti Smith,
Davy DMX,
Ultimate Spinach,
Theoretical Girls,
Lucky Dragons,
The Remains,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hasil Adkins,
Flipper,
Audionom,
David Bowie,
Donald Byrd,
Dorothy Ashby,
Heaven 17,
Wings,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Minnie Riperton,
Arcadia,
Outsiders,
Robert Görl,
Radiohead,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Severed Heads,
Panda Bear,
Black Flag,
A Certain Ratio,
Angry Samoans,
Sandy B,
OOIOO,
John Foxx,
Absolute Body Control,
The Victims,
Lyres,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Technova,
Todd Rundgren,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lebanon Hanover,
Skriet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scrapy,
Unrelated Segments,
Depeche Mode,
Boredoms,
Funky Four + One,
The Index,
Ken Boothe,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Public Enemy,
The Cramps,
Pantaleimon,
Bluetip,
Don Cherry,
The Monochrome Set,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.