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 Turkmenistan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Scientists to the funk 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer 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 organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bootsy Collins,
The Misunderstood,
Groovy Waters,
D'Angelo,
The Five Americans,
Ossler,
One Last Wish,
Barbara Tucker,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
T.S.O.L.,
David Bowie,
Deadbeat,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Guru Guru,
Public Image Ltd.,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sandy B,
Reagan Youth,
Magazine,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The New Christs,
EPMD,
The Moleskins,
Idris Muhammad,
Slick Rick,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Boz Scaggs,
10cc,
Tomorrow,
Nik Kershaw,
cv313,
The Invisible,
Hoover,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
F. McDonald,
Minnie Riperton,
Swans,
The Moody Blues,
Josef K,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Saints,
Silicon Teens,
Ten City,
Clear Light,
The Red Krayola,
The Move,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pylon,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fugs,
Joe Finger,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Animal Collective,
The Young Rascals,
Wire,
The Fortunes,
Au Pairs,
Arcadia,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.