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 Senegal and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the 808 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 Happenings to the punk 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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro 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 chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Jandek,
Robert Görl,
The Monochrome Set,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mandrill,
Minnie Riperton,
The Golliwogs,
LL Cool J,
Rod Modell,
Harry Pussy,
Audionom,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Saccharine Trust,
Rufus Thomas,
Quadrant,
Los Fastidios,
The Neon Judgement,
The Trojans,
The Count Five,
Essential Logic,
John Cale,
Swans,
Shuggie Otis,
The Walker Brothers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Raincoats,
Avey Tare,
Roy Ayers,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Litter,
Fear,
Zapp,
Lungfish,
The Star Department,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fortunes,
Marshall Jefferson,
F. McDonald,
Mark Hollis,
Loose Ends,
Man Parrish,
The New Christs,
The Blues Magoos,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sister Nancy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Motorama,
Eve St. Jones,
Second Layer,
Bronski Beat,
The American Breed,
The Real Kids,
Sparks,
The Standells,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Techniques,
Dark Day,
Barbara Tucker,
Model 500,
Skaos,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.