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 Kosovo and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Judy Mowatt to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Crash Course in Science,
Livin' Joy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Byron Stingily,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Janne Schatter,
Eurythmics,
Procol Harum,
The Doors,
The Black Dice,
Derrick May,
Moss Icon,
DJ Style,
Heaven 17,
Bronski Beat,
Aaron Thompson,
JFA,
Sparks,
Radiohead,
The Durutti Column,
Porter Ricks,
Ralphi Rosario,
June of 44,
X-102,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Golliwogs,
Freddie Wadling,
Zero Boys,
Carl Craig,
The Cowsills,
Warren Ellis,
Kurtis Blow,
Joensuu 1685,
the Slits,
Funky Four + One,
OOIOO,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Gap Band,
The Associates,
Chris & Cosey,
Iggy Pop,
Spoonie Gee,
Minutemen,
Von Mondo,
Crispy Ambulance,
MDC,
Icehouse,
The Searchers,
Tomorrow,
Zapp,
Tubeway Army,
Reagan Youth,
Soul II Soul,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Erasure,
Audionom,
Sonny Sharrock,
Youth Brigade,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.