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 Macedonia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Ten City to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and an oboe 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 guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Joy Division,
The Wake,
These Immortal Souls,
Eurythmics,
Anakelly,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Spoonie Gee,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lalo Schifrin,
cv313,
The Fortunes,
Graham Central Station,
Kevin Saunderson,
Stetsasonic,
Au Pairs,
Main Source,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Associates,
Schoolly D,
Motorama,
Amon Düül,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rakim,
The Index,
the Association,
Roxy Music,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Beau Brummels,
Section 25,
Niagra,
Simply Red,
Shuggie Otis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Buckinghams,
Soft Cell,
Pole,
Johnny Clarke,
Kaleidoscope,
Bronski Beat,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Average White Band,
Ice-T,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fuzztones,
Danielle Patucci,
Gang of Four,
Charles Mingus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Terry Callier,
Radiohead,
The Dave Clark Five,
Reagan Youth,
Cecil Taylor,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Five Americans,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Stooges,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pet Shop Boys,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.