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 Oman and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro 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 rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Bootsy Collins,
Eric Dolphy,
Franke,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Saints,
the Slits,
Negative Approach,
Kerri Chandler,
Popol Vuh,
EPMD,
Royal Trux,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Clear Light,
Rod Modell,
Laurel Aitken,
Skarface,
Rites of Spring,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Bar-Kays,
The Moleskins,
Aloha Tigers,
Funkadelic,
Ultravox,
Mary Jane Girls,
Siglo XX,
Tommy Roe,
Brothers Johnson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ultimate Spinach,
New York Dolls,
X-101,
Ice-T,
Mantronix,
The Martian,
Sun Ra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Howard Jones,
John Cale,
Crooked Eye,
Hardrive,
D'Angelo,
Kurtis Blow,
Joe Finger,
Nas,
Gichy Dan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Saccharine Trust,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Robert Wyatt,
Shoche,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gerry Rafferty,
Idris Muhammad,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
David Axelrod,
The New Christs,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.