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 South Sudan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Buzzcocks to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer 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 oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Jandek,
Scrapy,
E-Dancer,
Lou Reed,
F. McDonald,
The Leaves,
the Germs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wasted Youth,
Marc Almond,
Eli Mardock,
The Saints,
Wings,
One Last Wish,
Prince Buster,
Deakin,
Kerrie Biddell,
Monks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ituana,
The Selecter,
Boredoms,
Drive Like Jehu,
Angry Samoans,
The Divine Comedy,
Althea and Donna,
X-102,
DJ Sneak,
The Last Poets,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soul II Soul,
Bluetip,
Donny Hathaway,
Scan 7,
Deadbeat,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Aural Exciters,
Rapeman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pylon,
The Velvet Underground,
The Zeros,
Excepter,
Average White Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roger Hodgson,
kango's stein massive,
Qualms,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Godley & Creme,
Roxy Music,
Cymande,
Kas Product,
Simply Red,
Bobby Byrd,
Toni Rubio,
D'Angelo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marine Girls,
Con Funk Shun,
Rites of Spring,
Alison Limerick,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.