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 Grenada and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Don Cherry to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin 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 linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Mandrill,
Erasure,
The Music Machine,
Morten Harket,
Monks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Archie Shepp,
Lyres,
the Normal,
Index,
Ken Boothe,
Hoover,
Bill Near,
B.T. Express,
Lungfish,
Radiohead,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
OOIOO,
Section 25,
Inner City,
The Gories,
a-ha,
Josef K,
Tommy Roe,
Sarah Menescal,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Flag,
Swans,
The Moleskins,
Lou Reed,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Electric Prunes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Skaos,
Hasil Adkins,
Underground Resistance,
Lalann,
Arab on Radar,
Agitation Free,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cameo,
Nick Fraelich,
Boogie Down Productions,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
David Axelrod,
Procol Harum,
Organ,
The Human League,
Flamin' Groovies,
Stereo Dub,
Moebius,
Byron Stingily,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roger Hodgson,
Donald Byrd,
Juan Atkins,
Oblivians,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Deadbeat,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Althea and Donna,
Sexual Harrassment,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.