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 Latvia and from Calgary.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the sitar 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 Mummies to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro 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 theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
48th St. Collective,
Sun Ra,
Grey Daturas,
Delta 5,
DJ Style,
Warsaw,
Bobby Womack,
The Skatalites,
Nation of Ulysses,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fluxion,
The Kinks,
Suburban Knight,
Alton Ellis,
The Flesh Eaters,
Spandau Ballet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
In Retrospect,
James White and The Blacks,
Boredoms,
AZ,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Monks,
Cal Tjader,
Eric Copeland,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
LL Cool J,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Slits,
Rites of Spring,
Liliput,
Peter and Kerry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scan 7,
The Motions,
Unwound,
Duran Duran,
Goldenarms,
Mr. Review,
Swans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Spoonie Gee,
Minutemen,
Silicon Teens,
John Cale,
Kas Product,
Hoover,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Misunderstood,
Rotary Connection,
Porter Ricks,
Sun City Girls,
Outsiders,
Bad Manners,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ossler,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.