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 Israel and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Audionom to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer 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 synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
The Seeds,
Quantec,
Bad Manners,
Fela Kuti,
Steve Hackett,
F. McDonald,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sällskapet,
Eddi Front,
The Gun Club,
Ponytail,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Angels of Light,
Sparks,
Sex Pistols,
Eden Ahbez,
Alice Coltrane,
Q and Not U,
Harmonia,
The Golliwogs,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Gap Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Anthony Braxton,
Michelle Simonal,
Fat Boys,
Rites of Spring,
Q65,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Barracudas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Litter,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Modern Lovers,
Faraquet,
Tim Buckley,
Flash Fearless,
Cameo,
Yaz,
Barry Ungar,
The Sound,
Aswad,
Nils Olav,
Infiniti,
The New Christs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Khruangbin,
Kayak,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Human League,
Procol Harum,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Thompson Twins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Interpol,
The Blackbyrds,
the Slits,
Radio Birdman,
Bobby Byrd,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.