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 St Lucia and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Alarm Clocks to the crunk 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Roger Hodgson,
JFA,
The Sound,
Hoover,
Ultra Naté,
Das Ding,
The Pretty Things,
MDC,
The Victims,
Bush Tetras,
Thompson Twins,
Robert Wyatt,
World's Most,
Minny Pops,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crash Course in Science,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Walker Brothers,
Q65,
Reagan Youth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jawbox,
Grey Daturas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lou Reed,
Nation of Ulysses,
X-102,
Agent Orange,
Newcleus,
Altered Images,
Dorothy Ashby,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Invisible,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sarah Menescal,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Depeche Mode,
The Moody Blues,
The Last Poets,
Theoretical Girls,
Yaz,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Smiths,
The Associates,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Motions,
The Blackbyrds,
Connie Case,
Vladislav Delay,
Tom Boy,
Chris & Cosey,
Tommy Roe,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Evens,
Junior Murvin,
Laurel Aitken,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mary Jane Girls,
Zero Boys,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.