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 Libya and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 the Fania All-Stars to the jazz 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin 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 spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Deepchord,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Last Poets,
Magazine,
Josef K,
Japan,
Blossom Toes,
Quando Quango,
Suicide,
Animal Collective,
Scott Walker,
Desert Stars,
Sexual Harrassment,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Blake Baxter,
Can,
Scientists,
Jerry's Kids,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Martian,
Von Mondo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pagans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Judy Mowatt,
This Heat,
The Zeros,
The Misunderstood,
Barbara Tucker,
R.M.O.,
Public Enemy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Cale,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Max Romeo,
Peter & Gordon,
Marine Girls,
The Red Krayola,
Laurel Aitken,
Spandau Ballet,
Adolescents,
Banda Bassotti,
Essential Logic,
Nation of Ulysses,
Icehouse,
Yazoo,
the Fania All-Stars,
OOIOO,
Fatback Band,
Qualms,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roger Hodgson,
The Walker Brothers,
Mission of Burma,
Babytalk,
Gong,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scratch Acid,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.