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 Georgia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Young Marble Giants to the jazz 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Funkadelic,
Robert Hood,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Metal Thangz,
Scion,
Bobby Sherman,
The Cramps,
The Invisible,
Alton Ellis,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marc Almond,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Los Fastidios,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Arcadia,
Colin Newman,
Rosa Yemen,
Chris & Cosey,
Fela Kuti,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eric Dolphy,
Isaac Hayes,
Sugar Minott,
Groovy Waters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bootsy Collins,
Skarface,
Wally Richardson,
Moss Icon,
Fluxion,
Jacques Brel,
Accadde A,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rapeman,
Tim Buckley,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Radiopuhelimet,
Patti Smith,
Lucky Dragons,
Toni Rubio,
Panda Bear,
New York Dolls,
Wolf Eyes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sun Ra,
Nas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dave Gahan,
The Moleskins,
Hot Snakes,
The Cowsills,
The Litter,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pylon,
DNA,
Gabor Szabo,
Slave,
Piero Umiliani,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.