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 Poland and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 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 Ossler to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a clarinet and a snare 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 arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gil Scott Heron,
Parry Music,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rapeman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cal Tjader,
The Sonics,
Mark Hollis,
Sun City Girls,
Warren Ellis,
Dual Sessions,
Arab on Radar,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Doors,
The Standells,
The Divine Comedy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Johnny Clarke,
Massinfluence,
The Mojo Men,
The Last Poets,
Laurel Aitken,
Gang Green,
UT,
Banda Bassotti,
Iggy Pop,
Boredoms,
The Associates,
The Victims,
Pierre Henry,
The Index,
Tom Boy,
Country Teasers,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Mummies,
Tres Demented,
The Grass Roots,
Thee Headcoats,
Spoonie Gee,
Davy DMX,
Cameo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Patti Smith,
June Days,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
In Retrospect,
Cluster,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Trumans Water,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pagans,
Slick Rick,
Fad Gadget,
Groovy Waters,
Ultravox,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rites of Spring,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.