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 Guyana and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Nico to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a marimba 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
The Slits,
Nik Kershaw,
Eli Mardock,
Howard Jones,
Eurythmics,
Mr. Review,
Shoche,
the Slits,
Yazoo,
Ultimate Spinach,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Popol Vuh,
Kurtis Blow,
The Evens,
Michelle Simonal,
The Doors,
Depeche Mode,
JFA,
The Invisible,
Vainqueur,
Toni Rubio,
the Human League,
Ralphi Rosario,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Stetsasonic,
The Mummies,
Dark Day,
Man Eating Sloth,
Minnie Riperton,
Youth Brigade,
Fluxion,
Cluster,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Shuggie Otis,
The Victims,
The Techniques,
Sexual Harrassment,
Spoonie Gee,
Monks,
Charles Mingus,
Janne Schatter,
The Tremeloes,
Circle Jerks,
KRS-One,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Yusef Lateef,
Minny Pops,
Royal Trux,
The Doobie Brothers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Cale,
Scientists,
The Cramps,
the Swans,
Iggy Pop,
Joe Finger,
Brand Nubian,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scan 7,
Underground Resistance,
Aloha Tigers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.