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 Brunei and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Jerry's Kids to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scan 7,
Letta Mbulu,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nation of Ulysses,
Brand Nubian,
Magma,
Sparks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Maurizio,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scrapy,
Cameo,
Guru Guru,
Quantec,
Pagans,
Reuben Wilson,
Young Marble Giants,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kenny Larkin,
Infiniti,
Thee Headcoats,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Peter & Gordon,
Arcadia,
Gil Scott Heron,
Andrew Hill,
LL Cool J,
Symarip,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fela Kuti,
Bobby Womack,
Gang of Four,
June Days,
Schoolly D,
Alphaville,
The Fuzztones,
The Monochrome Set,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cecil Taylor,
The Gories,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Associates,
Neu!,
Heaven 17,
Lower 48,
Eddi Front,
Smog,
Aloha Tigers,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.