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 Canada and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 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 The Mojo Men to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Metal Thangz,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Symarip,
Subhumans,
Lalann,
Hoover,
Mr. Review,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Knickerbockers,
Mantronix,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tres Demented,
Slick Rick,
The Alarm Clocks,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobby Byrd,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pole,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ultravox,
Minutemen,
Negative Approach,
Audionom,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Piero Umiliani,
The Flesh Eaters,
Television,
Scan 7,
Soulsonic Force,
Malaria!,
Harmonia,
Suicide,
Pantaleimon,
Eric Dolphy,
The Vogues,
Electric Prunes,
The Associates,
Parry Music,
Vladislav Delay,
Interpol,
The Saints,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rod Modell,
David Axelrod,
Stetsasonic,
Kerrie Biddell,
Procol Harum,
Toni Rubio,
Monks,
John Foxx,
Arthur Verocai,
Moebius,
Agitation Free,
Moby Grape,
Nik Kershaw,
Anthony Braxton,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.