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 Czech Republic and from Spokane.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Blossom Toes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
ABC,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Move,
Boz Scaggs,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Buckinghams,
The Knickerbockers,
Rapeman,
Kas Product,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Adolescents,
KRS-One,
Yellowson,
Reuben Wilson,
Scott Walker,
Amon Düül II,
The Walker Brothers,
Sister Nancy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Flesh Eaters,
Idris Muhammad,
L. Decosne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bill Near,
48th St. Collective,
X-101,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Qualms,
Max Romeo,
Mantronix,
The Slackers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Barbara Tucker,
Marvin Gaye,
The Gladiators,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Gun Club,
Gang Green,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cluster,
Cecil Taylor,
Pulsallama,
Nick Fraelich,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Dirtbombs,
The Trojans,
Stereo Dub,
Zapp,
Neu!,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Cure,
Wasted Youth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Cowsills,
Rakim,
Bobby Byrd,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jeru the Damaja,
Massinfluence,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.