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 Bahamas and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Human League to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a rhodes 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 harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Pussy Galore,
Wire,
The Birthday Party,
Bobby Byrd,
Barbara Tucker,
Kenny Larkin,
The Gap Band,
Stetsasonic,
Patti Smith,
Japan,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobby Hutcherson,
kango's stein massive,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nils Olav,
Idris Muhammad,
The Toasters,
Letta Mbulu,
Das Ding,
Juan Atkins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Human League,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Agitation Free,
Ken Boothe,
Dark Day,
Charles Mingus,
Pere Ubu,
Ohio Players,
Whodini,
L. Decosne,
Cheater Slicks,
Scratch Acid,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Faust,
Mission of Burma,
Freddie Wadling,
Bang On A Can,
R.M.O.,
Boredoms,
New York Dolls,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Sound,
The Modern Lovers,
The Blackbyrds,
Kool Moe Dee,
Minutemen,
Arthur Verocai,
Simply Red,
The Sonics,
Toni Rubio,
Television Personalities,
Scan 7,
The Fire Engines,
The Seeds,
Cluster,
Swell Maps,
Mr. Review,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.