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 Yemen and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the organ 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cal Tjader,
Eric B and Rakim,
Monks,
FM Einheit,
The Monks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Motorama,
These Immortal Souls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Neu!,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lower 48,
Donny Hathaway,
Rites of Spring,
Marine Girls,
the Slits,
The Skatalites,
The American Breed,
Amazonics,
Can,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Theoretical Girls,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Vogues,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Count Five,
Cluster,
Crash Course in Science,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mars,
Clear Light,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fortunes,
Blossom Toes,
Index,
Letta Mbulu,
LL Cool J,
Skriet,
Kaleidoscope,
Country Teasers,
Aloha Tigers,
The Leaves,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Association,
Monolake,
Anthony Braxton,
DNA,
The Dave Clark Five,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Slick Rick,
Scion,
Laurel Aitken,
The Doors,
Radiohead,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Young Rascals,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.