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 Liechtenstein and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Hasil Adkins to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a rhodes and a linndrum 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 linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rakim,
Bush Tetras,
Brass Construction,
Shuggie Otis,
The Dead C,
Mo-Dettes,
Rotary Connection,
Sam Rivers,
The Stooges,
Freddie Wadling,
Oneida,
The Divine Comedy,
X-102,
The Kinks,
The Remains,
Derrick May,
Minutemen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Maurizio,
Sparks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sixth Finger,
Simply Red,
Deepchord,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
MC5,
Dark Day,
Sonic Youth,
LL Cool J,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Neil Young,
Symarip,
Mission of Burma,
The Neon Judgement,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scratch Acid,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eddi Front,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Durutti Column,
Nik Kershaw,
Donny Hathaway,
Maleditus Sound,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ponytail,
The Dirtbombs,
Suicide,
Ohio Players,
Cameo,
Negative Approach,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Archie Shepp,
Lee Hazlewood,
Man Eating Sloth,
Girls At Our Best!,
Q and Not U,
Scientists,
Trumans Water,
Aswad,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.