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 Bahamas and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 T.S.O.L. to the grunge 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron 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 a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Scott Walker,
L. Decosne,
Quando Quango,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Martian,
Tom Boy,
Robert Wyatt,
Kool Moe Dee,
OOIOO,
Brick,
Lakeside,
Hardrive,
U.S. Maple,
Con Funk Shun,
Animal Collective,
Jerry's Kids,
The Neon Judgement,
This Heat,
Althea and Donna,
The Stooges,
Sex Pistols,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fluxion,
Radiopuhelimet,
Funky Four + One,
Barrington Levy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Khruangbin,
The Fall,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soft Machine,
Urselle,
Ituana,
Juan Atkins,
Fad Gadget,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kayak,
Scan 7,
Soft Cell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eurythmics,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Peter & Gordon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Davy DMX,
Essential Logic,
Japan,
the Sonics,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Gun Club,
Circle Jerks,
Donald Byrd,
The Happenings,
La Düsseldorf,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gil Scott Heron,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Das Ding,
Lucky Dragons,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.