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 Norway and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ultimate Spinach to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum 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 guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Hardrive,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Grass Roots,
Mars,
Leonard Cohen,
Yaz,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sparks,
Crooked Eye,
The Saints,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Letta Mbulu,
MDC,
Shoche,
X-102,
Porter Ricks,
Tears for Fears,
Tres Demented,
Skriet,
Barbara Tucker,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sun Ra,
Michelle Simonal,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Young Rascals,
Piero Umiliani,
Tommy Roe,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
La Düsseldorf,
Half Japanese,
The Skatalites,
Yazoo,
The Moody Blues,
Bobby Byrd,
Sexual Harrassment,
Traffic Nightmare,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bang On A Can,
T.S.O.L.,
Symarip,
The Toasters,
Animal Collective,
Infiniti,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Star Department,
One Last Wish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Newcleus,
Reagan Youth,
Henry Cow,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Dead C,
Desert Stars,
X-Ray Spex,
The Wake,
Kaleidoscope,
Brothers Johnson,
Kerri Chandler,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.