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 Chad and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe 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 Procol Harum to the crunk 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a harpsichord 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 theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Todd Rundgren,
Television Personalities,
Pagans,
Sällskapet,
Masters at Work,
Scan 7,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Organ,
Judy Mowatt,
Flash Fearless,
Sonic Youth,
Kurtis Blow,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dual Sessions,
Average White Band,
The Last Poets,
Panda Bear,
Swans,
The Real Kids,
Joy Division,
Idris Muhammad,
Carl Craig,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
James White and The Blacks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ken Boothe,
The Skatalites,
Suicide,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
World's Most,
One Last Wish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
kango's stein massive,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Subhumans,
Goldenarms,
Rakim,
Lungfish,
The Slackers,
Siglo XX,
Cheater Slicks,
Susan Cadogan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sandy B,
Royal Trux,
Minnie Riperton,
Bill Near,
Ornette Coleman,
David Bowie,
Godley & Creme,
The Evens,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Easy Going,
Mr. Review,
Roger Hodgson,
U.S. Maple,
John Lydon,
Rites of Spring,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.