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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar 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 Bizarre Inc. to the grime 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator 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 linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Minny Pops,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Sound,
The Birthday Party,
Ken Boothe,
Dave Gahan,
The Mummies,
The Young Rascals,
Alton Ellis,
Todd Rundgren,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fugs,
Qualms,
Cecil Taylor,
kango's stein massive,
Graham Central Station,
Japan,
Godley & Creme,
Suicide,
Siglo XX,
Agitation Free,
Donald Byrd,
The Leaves,
the Normal,
Alison Limerick,
Albert Ayler,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rapeman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Visage,
Camouflage,
Theoretical Girls,
Sun City Girls,
The Flesh Eaters,
AZ,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eddi Front,
Jeff Lynne,
Average White Band,
The Real Kids,
Spoonie Gee,
The Music Machine,
The Move,
Peter and Kerry,
KRS-One,
The Associates,
The New Christs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Michelle Simonal,
Sonic Youth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Essential Logic,
The Smoke,
The Stooges,
Drexciya,
Tres Demented,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.