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 Hungary and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 DNA to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ 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 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Five Americans,
Michelle Simonal,
Jerry's Kids,
Jeru the Damaja,
Glenn Branca,
The Fire Engines,
DNA,
Boredoms,
Circle Jerks,
Toni Rubio,
Matthew Bourne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fall,
Porter Ricks,
Skarface,
Sonic Youth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Young Rascals,
Gregory Isaacs,
Thompson Twins,
The Doobie Brothers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Quando Quango,
Interpol,
Shuggie Otis,
Slick Rick,
The Cramps,
Basic Channel,
Model 500,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roger Hodgson,
the Bar-Kays,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eddi Front,
The Saints,
Nico,
Deakin,
Heaven 17,
James White and The Blacks,
The Trojans,
Donny Hathaway,
Mr. Review,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Count Five,
Kerrie Biddell,
Byron Stingily,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tim Buckley,
The Stooges,
The Raincoats,
Swell Maps,
Fluxion,
The Offenders,
MDC,
Yusef Lateef,
The Monochrome Set,
Kaleidoscope,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.