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 Macedonia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 MC5 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a linndrum 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 sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Donny Hathaway,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Swans,
Royal Trux,
The American Breed,
Minny Pops,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sun Ra,
Public Image Ltd.,
Motorama,
Das Ding,
Joensuu 1685,
Jawbox,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gichy Dan,
The Tremeloes,
Quando Quango,
Kaleidoscope,
Monks,
Average White Band,
Oneida,
Crash Course in Science,
Big Daddy Kane,
Easy Going,
The Sonics,
The New Christs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Little Man,
The Fuzztones,
Sam Rivers,
Blake Baxter,
Cybotron,
the Bar-Kays,
Joe Smooth,
Essential Logic,
The Barracudas,
Circle Jerks,
Minor Threat,
The Searchers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Loose Ends,
Youth Brigade,
Nas,
Blossom Toes,
Yellowson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Quadrant,
Ituana,
The Stooges,
Hot Snakes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Neil Young,
Altered Images,
Ultravox,
ABBA,
Oblivians,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
James White and The Blacks,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.