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 Iraq and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the electroclash 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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin 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 rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Sällskapet,
Davy DMX,
Bluetip,
Carl Craig,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Barry Ungar,
Gastr Del Sol,
CMW,
Gichy Dan,
Stereo Dub,
A Certain Ratio,
Jandek,
Deakin,
Marvin Gaye,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Deepchord,
The Star Department,
Roy Ayers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jeff Lynne,
Skriet,
Absolute Body Control,
Pharoah Sanders,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Johnny Osbourne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joey Negro,
The Names,
Kayak,
The Leaves,
Popol Vuh,
Bobby Womack,
Gang Starr,
Roxette,
Derrick Morgan,
Spoonie Gee,
Scion,
Zapp,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Monochrome Set,
Susan Cadogan,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Human League,
Hasil Adkins,
Trumans Water,
Ponytail,
Maleditus Sound,
Country Teasers,
Peter & Gordon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dennis Brown,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Offenders,
Nick Fraelich,
MC5,
Saccharine Trust,
Sun City Girls,
Graham Central Station,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.