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 Brazil and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Crooked Eye to the dance 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba 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 marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
The Vogues,
Barbara Tucker,
Mantronix,
Wolf Eyes,
Tim Buckley,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Evens,
the Bar-Kays,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jerry's Kids,
X-Ray Spex,
The Invisible,
Maurizio,
The Moleskins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Q and Not U,
Todd Terry,
Alton Ellis,
Easy Going,
Lower 48,
Soulsonic Force,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tubeway Army,
Rosa Yemen,
Skaos,
John Cale,
The Human League,
PIL,
June of 44,
Alphaville,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Organ,
Ituana,
the Association,
Fad Gadget,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Blossom Toes,
Sun Ra,
Albert Ayler,
The Techniques,
Echospace,
Schoolly D,
Roxette,
The Red Krayola,
John Holt,
DJ Style,
ABBA,
Brothers Johnson,
Public Enemy,
The J.B.'s,
Tropical Tobacco,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Aural Exciters,
Deepchord,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Funkadelic,
The Offenders,
Amon Düül II,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.