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 Korea North and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator 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 synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
MC5,
Godley & Creme,
U.S. Maple,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobby Byrd,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Bananas,
Visage,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Seeds,
Goldenarms,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Walker Brothers,
Cecil Taylor,
Erykah Badu,
The American Breed,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Yusef Lateef,
Unwound,
The Smiths,
Wally Richardson,
Quantec,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
K-Klass,
Rotary Connection,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Thee Headcoats,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Minutemen,
Kenny Larkin,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tears for Fears,
A Flock of Seagulls,
New Order,
Roxy Music,
Wolf Eyes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Susan Cadogan,
T. Rex,
The Doors,
The Leaves,
Arab on Radar,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Music Machine,
Crash Course in Science,
Cheater Slicks,
The Mojo Men,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Blackbyrds,
Suicide,
Icehouse,
Boredoms,
The Move,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Intrusion,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crooked Eye,
Von Mondo,
Black Pus,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.