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 Philippines and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the grunge 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ 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 sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Chris Corsano,
Rotary Connection,
Todd Rundgren,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Shoche,
Fear,
Radio Birdman,
Animal Collective,
Harmonia,
OOIOO,
Masters at Work,
Minutemen,
Public Enemy,
Minnie Riperton,
Camberwell Now,
Mad Mike,
Nils Olav,
Cheater Slicks,
PIL,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Moody Blues,
Camouflage,
Eli Mardock,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Flag,
Graham Central Station,
Hoover,
The Monks,
The Beau Brummels,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Seeds,
Bush Tetras,
Massinfluence,
The Residents,
Eddi Front,
Sun City Girls,
Idris Muhammad,
Mr. Review,
The Five Americans,
The Happenings,
Talk Talk,
Crime,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Durutti Column,
Khruangbin,
Juan Atkins,
Joyce Sims,
Gastr Del Sol,
Todd Terry,
cv313,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Newcleus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Circle Jerks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Sonics,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.