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 Tonga and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gabor Szabo to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Section 25,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Doobie Brothers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Metal Thangz,
Matthew Bourne,
Deadbeat,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Faust,
Josef K,
Gong,
Nation of Ulysses,
Harry Pussy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
X-102,
Derrick May,
Tears for Fears,
Procol Harum,
Sarah Menescal,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Severed Heads,
Tres Demented,
Peter & Gordon,
Derrick Morgan,
Minor Threat,
Cluster,
Shuggie Otis,
Sugar Minott,
The Dave Clark Five,
Byron Stingily,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Grauzone,
Pere Ubu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Organ,
Patti Smith,
Kayak,
Ohio Players,
Massinfluence,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Lydon,
Alphaville,
Hashim,
The Fuzztones,
Scott Walker,
The Slits,
The Beau Brummels,
Sonny Sharrock,
Simply Red,
D'Angelo,
John Cale,
Terry Callier,
Lalann,
Dead Boys,
Excepter,
Eurythmics,
Bob Dylan,
Animal Collective,
June of 44,
Quadrant,
Skriet,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.