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 Belarus and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mr. Review to the dance 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
This Heat,
the Sonics,
New Age Steppers,
Aloha Tigers,
Dual Sessions,
Alphaville,
Heaven 17,
David Bowie,
Gichy Dan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Chrome,
Patti Smith,
Eli Mardock,
Bobby Womack,
Second Layer,
Fad Gadget,
The Zeros,
Von Mondo,
Harry Pussy,
Organ,
Minny Pops,
Das Ding,
Ohio Players,
Scion,
the Germs,
Deadbeat,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crash Course in Science,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fire Engines,
Eric Dolphy,
Reagan Youth,
The Count Five,
Basic Channel,
Harpers Bizarre,
Porter Ricks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Zapp,
Robert Wyatt,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jeff Mills,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hashim,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
CMW,
Sixth Finger,
Jacob Miller,
Scientists,
The Move,
Junior Murvin,
The Busters,
Supertramp,
Rufus Thomas,
Wally Richardson,
Davy DMX,
John Lydon,
Neu!,
Toni Rubio,
Joey Negro,
OOIOO,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.