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 Palau and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Echospace to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe 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 guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Yellowson,
Leonard Cohen,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tubeway Army,
Pagans,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Pop Group,
the Swans,
Minutemen,
The Birthday Party,
Spoonie Gee,
Franke,
Lightning Bolt,
Mary Jane Girls,
Circle Jerks,
Connie Case,
Pylon,
Make Up,
The Doobie Brothers,
Flash Fearless,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Carl Craig,
The Count Five,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Drexciya,
Cheater Slicks,
Public Enemy,
Sister Nancy,
Little Man,
Jerry's Kids,
Cymande,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eve St. Jones,
Oblivians,
Gong,
The Angels of Light,
Sex Pistols,
Wolf Eyes,
Shoche,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Section 25,
Shuggie Otis,
Steve Hackett,
Eden Ahbez,
Smog,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
E-Dancer,
Underground Resistance,
Jimmy McGriff,
Negative Approach,
ABBA,
Girls At Our Best!,
Half Japanese,
The Offenders,
the Sonics,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Boz Scaggs,
Pole,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.