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 Bulgaria and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Sonic Youth to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Make Up,
The Saints,
Fad Gadget,
The Monks,
Kerri Chandler,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Misunderstood,
Camberwell Now,
Severed Heads,
Sister Nancy,
Rod Modell,
Faraquet,
Public Enemy,
Bill Wells,
The Smiths,
Sarah Menescal,
Mr. Review,
The Zeros,
Crispian St. Peters,
Index,
Moby Grape,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Anakelly,
The Smoke,
Lyres,
The Blues Magoos,
The Alarm Clocks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joe Finger,
Zapp,
Porter Ricks,
David McCallum,
Jacques Brel,
Japan,
Grey Daturas,
Boz Scaggs,
The Gladiators,
Jeff Lynne,
A Certain Ratio,
Deepchord,
Reagan Youth,
Blossom Toes,
Intrusion,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bad Manners,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Star Department,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
H. Thieme,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lungfish,
Banda Bassotti,
Echospace,
Swans,
The Busters,
Inner City,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sparks,
Absolute Body Control,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.