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 Togo and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the snare 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 Fifty Foot Hose 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Subhumans,
Deepchord,
Ornette Coleman,
Tomorrow,
Glenn Branca,
Eric B and Rakim,
Oblivians,
Eden Ahbez,
Thee Headcoats,
Ten City,
The Young Rascals,
Rites of Spring,
The Trojans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Intrusion,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Josef K,
Minny Pops,
In Retrospect,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Slits,
The Leaves,
Sam Rivers,
Matthew Bourne,
Brass Construction,
Nico,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Guru Guru,
JFA,
Accadde A,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mary Jane Girls,
Quantec,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
One Last Wish,
Chris & Cosey,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Skatalites,
Sex Pistols,
The Doors,
Ohio Players,
The Velvet Underground,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
CMW,
Soulsonic Force,
Agitation Free,
The Monochrome Set,
Black Pus,
OOIOO,
Loose Ends,
Big Daddy Kane,
Surgeon,
Ronnie Foster,
PIL,
Sun Ra,
Young Marble Giants,
Patti Smith,
The Smoke,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.