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 Sweden and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sam Rivers to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum 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 a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Amazonics,
Yellowson,
The Slackers,
the Normal,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Buzzcocks,
Warren Ellis,
Stetsasonic,
Deepchord,
Roger Hodgson,
Johnny Clarke,
Gabor Szabo,
Los Fastidios,
Delta 5,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Funky Four + One,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Monochrome Set,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Misunderstood,
Lightning Bolt,
Little Man,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eden Ahbez,
Sixth Finger,
Public Image Ltd.,
Yazoo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wings,
Godley & Creme,
ABBA,
Scion,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nirvana,
Danielle Patucci,
Sun Ra,
Byron Stingily,
Fifty Foot Hose,
David McCallum,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
New Order,
Todd Rundgren,
L. Decosne,
Smog,
kango's stein massive,
John Cale,
The Fall,
The Music Machine,
The Residents,
Rites of Spring,
Skriet,
John Holt,
Jacob Miller,
David Bowie,
Steve Hackett,
MDC,
Eric Dolphy,
Fluxion,
Neu!,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.