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 Andorra and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the crunk 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
the Germs,
Bang On A Can,
Skarface,
Sixth Finger,
Moebius,
Crooked Eye,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Walker Brothers,
Yusef Lateef,
David Bowie,
The Invisible,
Brick,
Barbara Tucker,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Skaos,
Young Marble Giants,
Bad Manners,
Faust,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Terry Callier,
The Durutti Column,
The Misunderstood,
Josef K,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Seeds,
Jeff Lynne,
The Count Five,
Danielle Patucci,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Derrick Morgan,
Bob Dylan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Brass Construction,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Funky Four + One,
Mark Hollis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cluster,
The Mummies,
Tim Buckley,
Zapp,
Maurizio,
Eurythmics,
June Days,
Minor Threat,
Anthony Braxton,
Pierre Henry,
Big Daddy Kane,
Duran Duran,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Happenings,
Moby Grape,
Joe Finger,
Soft Machine,
Boogie Down Productions,
Main Source,
The Zeros,
Peter & Gordon,
Icehouse,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.