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 Ghana and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Swell Maps to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb 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 oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Chris Corsano,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Hashim,
Bootsy Collins,
Boredoms,
Faust,
Reagan Youth,
Scrapy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Vogues,
New York Dolls,
Sight & Sound,
The Divine Comedy,
Zero Boys,
the Bar-Kays,
Lou Christie,
New Age Steppers,
Toni Rubio,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Organ,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pulsallama,
Slave,
Jeru the Damaja,
Little Man,
Cal Tjader,
Kerri Chandler,
The Misunderstood,
Lalann,
Sällskapet,
The Cramps,
Don Cherry,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eddi Front,
Arcadia,
Laurel Aitken,
kango's stein massive,
Donald Byrd,
The Stooges,
Underground Resistance,
Soulsonic Force,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Grauzone,
Wolf Eyes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Absolute Body Control,
Moebius,
Talk Talk,
Yusef Lateef,
The Moody Blues,
D'Angelo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Patti Smith,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.