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 Argentina and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Hasil Adkins to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro 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 organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Adolescents,
Man Parrish,
Deepchord,
Nation of Ulysses,
Clear Light,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Brass Construction,
Mantronix,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Yaz,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kurtis Blow,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Human League,
B.T. Express,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Martian,
Fat Boys,
Stockholm Monsters,
Heaven 17,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bronski Beat,
Graham Central Station,
The J.B.'s,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lungfish,
Arthur Verocai,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fuzztones,
Black Flag,
David Bowie,
The Music Machine,
kango's stein massive,
Fugazi,
Grandmaster Flash,
Livin' Joy,
the Germs,
Massinfluence,
Jerry's Kids,
The Misunderstood,
Jeru the Damaja,
Byron Stingily,
Fear,
The Litter,
Barry Ungar,
Barbara Tucker,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Andrew Hill,
Scion,
John Holt,
Dead Boys,
Siglo XX,
Connie Case,
The Gap Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Whodini,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.