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 Philippines and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 One Last Wish to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Erasure,
Mars,
Boogie Down Productions,
AZ,
Procol Harum,
Popol Vuh,
The Blues Magoos,
DNA,
Matthew Halsall,
the Association,
The Smoke,
Agitation Free,
Stiv Bators,
Roxette,
Skriet,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Banda Bassotti,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bush Tetras,
Neil Young,
Thee Headcoats,
Tomorrow,
Barbara Tucker,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fela Kuti,
Tears for Fears,
Hoover,
Radio Birdman,
Siglo XX,
Gregory Isaacs,
Section 25,
Alison Limerick,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Audionom,
Sonic Youth,
Jacob Miller,
Bang On A Can,
Japan,
Peter & Gordon,
Magazine,
Public Image Ltd.,
Livin' Joy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Offenders,
Jeru the Damaja,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Barry Ungar,
Babytalk,
Panda Bear,
Minnie Riperton,
OOIOO,
The Grass Roots,
Pantaleimon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Infiniti,
Crispy Ambulance,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Last Poets,
Trumans Water,
Laurel Aitken,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.