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 Nauru and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Names to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Martian,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eddi Front,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kaleidoscope,
Sun City Girls,
The Star Department,
Basic Channel,
Anakelly,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
In Retrospect,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Terry Callier,
Lou Christie,
Bush Tetras,
Ultimate Spinach,
Chris & Cosey,
The Sonics,
Leonard Cohen,
This Heat,
The Leaves,
Nirvana,
David Axelrod,
Warsaw,
Mo-Dettes,
the Sonics,
The Knickerbockers,
Hashim,
Aural Exciters,
T. Rex,
Vladislav Delay,
The Divine Comedy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Intrusion,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Howard Jones,
Tears for Fears,
The Mighty Diamonds,
L. Decosne,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bronski Beat,
Slick Rick,
The Toasters,
Jandek,
The Music Machine,
Aloha Tigers,
The Electric Prunes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Blossom Toes,
DJ Sneak,
Aswad,
Ohio Players,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
CMW,
Ken Boothe,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.