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 Burundi and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kool Moe Dee to the dance 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a sitar 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Monolake,
The Neon Judgement,
DJ Style,
Laurel Aitken,
Moby Grape,
MDC,
Kaleidoscope,
Eddi Front,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sister Nancy,
Wings,
Newcleus,
The Associates,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dawn Penn,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crime,
Metal Thangz,
These Immortal Souls,
Schoolly D,
Ten City,
Pierre Henry,
The Victims,
Camberwell Now,
Rhythm & Sound,
Harry Pussy,
Lucky Dragons,
Erykah Badu,
Marmalade,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Interpol,
Slick Rick,
Index,
Sonic Youth,
Kerri Chandler,
Sam Rivers,
FM Einheit,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Symarip,
Scratch Acid,
The Fuzztones,
The Busters,
Aaron Thompson,
Y Pants,
Lou Reed,
Fad Gadget,
the Swans,
Jeff Mills,
Supertramp,
Popol Vuh,
The Electric Prunes,
Lungfish,
Mark Hollis,
Whodini,
Bluetip,
Stockholm Monsters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Zeros,
Mr. Review,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jandek,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.