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 Saudi Arabia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Golliwogs to the dance 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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Kurtis Blow,
Symarip,
It's A Beautiful Day,
ABC,
Eric B and Rakim,
Suburban Knight,
Arab on Radar,
Stiv Bators,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gichy Dan,
OOIOO,
Minny Pops,
The Motions,
U.S. Maple,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Birthday Party,
Dawn Penn,
Crash Course in Science,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scion,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lungfish,
Marvin Gaye,
Soulsonic Force,
Brand Nubian,
Sun City Girls,
Moss Icon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Misunderstood,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cheater Slicks,
Robert Görl,
Maurizio,
Jandek,
10cc,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Todd Rundgren,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crooked Eye,
Laurel Aitken,
Iggy Pop,
Tubeway Army,
Jeff Mills,
Reuben Wilson,
Moby Grape,
Tomorrow,
Idris Muhammad,
Joey Negro,
Aaron Thompson,
Boredoms,
Organ,
Section 25,
Max Romeo,
Alison Limerick,
Boogie Down Productions,
Angry Samoans,
cv313,
The Last Poets,
The Happenings,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.