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 St Lucia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Cure 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a theremin and a clarinet 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 mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Joensuu 1685,
Lucky Dragons,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tears for Fears,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soul II Soul,
Isaac Hayes,
Albert Ayler,
Parry Music,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Judy Mowatt,
Yazoo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lakeside,
The New Christs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rufus Thomas,
the Slits,
48th St. Collective,
Barrington Levy,
E-Dancer,
Aloha Tigers,
Bang On A Can,
Anthony Braxton,
The Busters,
Visage,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wire,
Girls At Our Best!,
Panda Bear,
Godley & Creme,
Khruangbin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
U.S. Maple,
The Blackbyrds,
Technova,
Jimmy McGriff,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Q and Not U,
Sarah Menescal,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marcia Griffiths,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Suburban Knight,
Scratch Acid,
This Heat,
Rod Modell,
The Index,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eric Dolphy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Public Enemy,
Roger Hodgson,
Ponytail,
Tubeway Army,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Circle Jerks,
New York Dolls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.