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 Maldives and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tommy Roe to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Rotary Connection,
John Cale,
Con Funk Shun,
Camberwell Now,
Iggy Pop,
UT,
Jeru the Damaja,
June of 44,
Alton Ellis,
Marc Almond,
Eve St. Jones,
Graham Central Station,
X-Ray Spex,
A Certain Ratio,
the Swans,
The Durutti Column,
Kaleidoscope,
Metal Thangz,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Das Ding,
Stiv Bators,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Slits,
Jeff Mills,
Morten Harket,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Litter,
Public Enemy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bush Tetras,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Parry Music,
Blancmange,
Michelle Simonal,
Janne Schatter,
Fat Boys,
Hot Snakes,
H. Thieme,
Trumans Water,
Khruangbin,
The Sound,
The Dirtbombs,
Warren Ellis,
Slick Rick,
MC5,
The Angels of Light,
Amon Düül,
The Fugs,
Visage,
Ludus,
Mars,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rakim,
Easy Going,
Crash Course in Science,
Massinfluence,
Lower 48,
The Black Dice,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.