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 Uganda and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Das Ding to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a chamberlin and a rhodes 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 theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Gories,
David Axelrod,
Kenny Larkin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lindisfarne,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bill Near,
Robert Hood,
Symarip,
Duran Duran,
Nico,
Rakim,
Flipper,
Unwound,
Electric Prunes,
Lungfish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Neon Judgement,
B.T. Express,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eddi Front,
Bob Dylan,
The Monochrome Set,
Steve Hackett,
Harpers Bizarre,
Aloha Tigers,
Jerry's Kids,
Anthony Braxton,
Circle Jerks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Monolake,
Yusef Lateef,
KRS-One,
The Names,
Zero Boys,
Half Japanese,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Invisible,
Sam Rivers,
Erykah Badu,
Funky Four + One,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soulsonic Force,
Avey Tare,
Moby Grape,
Bobby Sherman,
The Mojo Men,
Ludus,
Lakeside,
Outsiders,
The Gun Club,
A Flock of Seagulls,
X-Ray Spex,
Subhumans,
Donald Byrd,
The Walker Brothers,
Fat Boys,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.