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 Georgia and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Fugazi to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Icehouse,
Sam Rivers,
The Fugs,
Mantronix,
Marshall Jefferson,
Donny Hathaway,
Average White Band,
Sparks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gichy Dan,
Brick,
The Walker Brothers,
Jeff Mills,
The Kinks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Minnie Riperton,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Pretty Things,
Brass Construction,
Don Cherry,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bootsy Collins,
Aaron Thompson,
Pagans,
Index,
Anakelly,
8 Eyed Spy,
These Immortal Souls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Slits,
Slick Rick,
Danielle Patucci,
Barry Ungar,
The Gun Club,
The Raincoats,
The Fire Engines,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Victims,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Animal Collective,
The Electric Prunes,
Harry Pussy,
Aswad,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Colin Newman,
The Fall,
The Smoke,
David McCallum,
the Swans,
F. McDonald,
Soft Cell,
Public Enemy,
Pylon,
ABC,
Yellowson,
Vainqueur,
Trumans Water,
The Monochrome Set,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Buckinghams,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.