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 Guinea and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron 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 a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
The Tremeloes,
Brand Nubian,
One Last Wish,
Public Image Ltd.,
Warsaw,
Fatback Band,
Livin' Joy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Skaos,
Oblivians,
Judy Mowatt,
Freddie Wadling,
Animal Collective,
Trumans Water,
The Doors,
The Moody Blues,
Neil Young,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
LL Cool J,
Unrelated Segments,
Mantronix,
The Happenings,
The Grass Roots,
Bad Manners,
Niagra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sparks,
Don Cherry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Severed Heads,
Bobby Byrd,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Yellowson,
Piero Umiliani,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
New York Dolls,
Whodini,
James Chance & The Contortions,
In Retrospect,
Sarah Menescal,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobby Sherman,
Ossler,
JFA,
Excepter,
Boz Scaggs,
Flipper,
Ornette Coleman,
Can,
Youth Brigade,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wolf Eyes,
Clear Light,
Bob Dylan,
Mandrill,
Pussy Galore,
Patti Smith,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jeff Lynne,
Inner City,
Bill Near,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.