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 Lebanon and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 T. Rex to the rock 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Oneida,
Banda Bassotti,
Brass Construction,
Sex Pistols,
The Techniques,
Brick,
Cameo,
Matthew Bourne,
The Sound,
The Misunderstood,
Erasure,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
China Crisis,
Cybotron,
Spoonie Gee,
The Pop Group,
Essential Logic,
Kevin Saunderson,
Angry Samoans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roger Hodgson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Golliwogs,
Smog,
The Standells,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dave Gahan,
Charles Mingus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eric Copeland,
Eden Ahbez,
The Modern Lovers,
June Days,
Spandau Ballet,
Crooked Eye,
DJ Sneak,
Junior Murvin,
Sarah Menescal,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Lydon,
Amon Düül,
Nick Fraelich,
Funkadelic,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fugs,
Grey Daturas,
The Vogues,
The Young Rascals,
The Smoke,
Mr. Review,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Deadbeat,
This Heat,
Minnie Riperton,
Subhumans,
Mission of Burma,
Minny Pops,
Ralphi Rosario,
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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.