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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the electroclash 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer 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 snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
The Raincoats,
Lightning Bolt,
Amon Düül,
Anthony Braxton,
Half Japanese,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The United States of America,
D'Angelo,
Nirvana,
Fela Kuti,
Girls At Our Best!,
Junior Murvin,
Blake Baxter,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pulsallama,
Guru Guru,
Charles Mingus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joensuu 1685,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lyres,
John Holt,
Trumans Water,
Eli Mardock,
The Evens,
Pharoah Sanders,
DNA,
The Young Rascals,
The Litter,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fugs,
Warren Ellis,
Monks,
Spoonie Gee,
Scrapy,
Magazine,
Pierre Henry,
The Fall,
Idris Muhammad,
cv313,
Japan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Blancmange,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
H. Thieme,
Mo-Dettes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Boredoms,
The Slits,
Nick Fraelich,
Nation of Ulysses,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eden Ahbez,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Heaven 17,
The Residents,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Skarface,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.