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 Venezuela and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Ossler to the jazz 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare 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 güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gang Starr,
Hardrive,
Gichy Dan,
Jandek,
Boz Scaggs,
Negative Approach,
Deadbeat,
Maleditus Sound,
Derrick May,
The Busters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Normal,
Minor Threat,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Trumans Water,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Durutti Column,
The Mummies,
Fort Wilson Riot,
La Düsseldorf,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Robert Görl,
The Flesh Eaters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rufus Thomas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Archie Shepp,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wolf Eyes,
Das Ding,
The Tremeloes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soft Machine,
Alison Limerick,
Lou Christie,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Dave Clark Five,
One Last Wish,
Leonard Cohen,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Harmonia,
Scientists,
Cecil Taylor,
Connie Case,
Pylon,
Warren Ellis,
Quantec,
Ludus,
Janne Schatter,
The Monks,
Adolescents,
Basic Channel,
Judy Mowatt,
The Count Five,
Max Romeo,
the Soft Cell,
CMW,
Lyres,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.