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 Benin and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ice-T to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Silicon Teens,
The Dead C,
These Immortal Souls,
The Happenings,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Suburban Knight,
Television Personalities,
Essential Logic,
Laurel Aitken,
Babytalk,
Max Romeo,
Yaz,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eric Dolphy,
Mo-Dettes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eden Ahbez,
Colin Newman,
Josef K,
The Velvet Underground,
Warren Ellis,
The United States of America,
Derrick May,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kerrie Biddell,
MC5,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Magma,
Bobby Womack,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lindisfarne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wolf Eyes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bob Dylan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Flash Fearless,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fear,
Tres Demented,
New Age Steppers,
Roxette,
Little Man,
Slave,
The Invisible,
Infiniti,
Mantronix,
In Retrospect,
Chrome,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lower 48,
Barry Ungar,
Ralphi Rosario,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.