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 Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Aswad 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb 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 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
The Fugs,
Cybotron,
Erasure,
Schoolly D,
OOIOO,
E-Dancer,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roy Ayers,
The Cramps,
Arcadia,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Moleskins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Swans,
Parry Music,
The Divine Comedy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ornette Coleman,
The Remains,
Boz Scaggs,
PIL,
Glenn Branca,
Excepter,
Zapp,
Fela Kuti,
48th St. Collective,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Quando Quango,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crash Course in Science,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eric Dolphy,
Davy DMX,
Ralphi Rosario,
Smog,
Negative Approach,
The Martian,
Morten Harket,
The Birthday Party,
Black Sheep,
Lower 48,
Franke,
Gregory Isaacs,
New Age Steppers,
Derrick Morgan,
Faraquet,
Toni Rubio,
Monks,
Dark Day,
Lalann,
The Dirtbombs,
Depeche Mode,
Alton Ellis,
JFA,
Roxy Music,
The Fuzztones,
Yazoo,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.