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 East Timor and from Delhi.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Sonic Youth to the funk 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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar 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 mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Eddi Front,
Magma,
Terry Callier,
The Real Kids,
Fad Gadget,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dead Boys,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ice-T,
DNA,
Eric B and Rakim,
James White and The Blacks,
The Zeros,
Can,
Jeru the Damaja,
Parry Music,
Funkadelic,
The Kinks,
Fatback Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Names,
Agitation Free,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tommy Roe,
T.S.O.L.,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Intrusion,
The Five Americans,
The Remains,
Goldenarms,
The Busters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Blossom Toes,
Franke,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Dirtbombs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Newcleus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Eric Copeland,
Flash Fearless,
D'Angelo,
Roy Ayers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
10cc,
X-102,
Hardrive,
The Searchers,
Gastr Del Sol,
F. McDonald,
Qualms,
June of 44,
Infiniti,
Nirvana,
Eurythmics,
The Stooges,
The Blackbyrds,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.