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 Comoros and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the funk 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
The Last Poets,
The Zeros,
The Gladiators,
Avey Tare,
Isaac Hayes,
E-Dancer,
Faust,
Yazoo,
Piero Umiliani,
Groovy Waters,
Eurythmics,
Gang Starr,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Velvet Underground,
Toni Rubio,
The Pop Group,
FM Einheit,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Quando Quango,
Todd Rundgren,
Subhumans,
Lower 48,
Scion,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joe Finger,
Joe Smooth,
Pussy Galore,
Minny Pops,
Public Image Ltd.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pagans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Red Krayola,
Ten City,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Von Mondo,
Delta 5,
Stiv Bators,
UT,
The Count Five,
Eric B and Rakim,
Accadde A,
Procol Harum,
Bootsy Collins,
Funkadelic,
The Fall,
New Age Steppers,
Oneida,
The Remains,
Hoover,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hashim,
Bill Near,
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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.