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 Sudan and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin 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 oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Sugar Minott,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Juan Atkins,
Intrusion,
Brass Construction,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joe Finger,
The Busters,
Lou Christie,
Das Ding,
L. Decosne,
Malaria!,
Vainqueur,
The Alarm Clocks,
La Düsseldorf,
Technova,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Los Fastidios,
Tommy Roe,
Panda Bear,
The Fire Engines,
Eddi Front,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tom Boy,
The Move,
Supertramp,
The Names,
Lou Reed,
DNA,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Arthur Verocai,
Ultravox,
Andrew Hill,
Johnny Osbourne,
MC5,
Michelle Simonal,
Slick Rick,
Swans,
JFA,
The Residents,
Al Stewart,
ABBA,
Cecil Taylor,
Cal Tjader,
The Dirtbombs,
the Soft Cell,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Y Pants,
Gang Gang Dance,
The New Christs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Blancmange,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Dead C,
Tomorrow,
Rakim,
Fad Gadget,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.