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 Canada and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Moleskins to the grunge 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a harpsichord 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 guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Aloha Tigers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Robert Wyatt,
Sound Behaviour,
Neil Young,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
OOIOO,
Dennis Brown,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Metal Thangz,
Sam Rivers,
Josef K,
Yusef Lateef,
Pole,
Lakeside,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Underground Resistance,
FM Einheit,
Junior Murvin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Traffic Nightmare,
Circle Jerks,
The Fire Engines,
The Mighty Diamonds,
B.T. Express,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Danielle Patucci,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Pus,
June Days,
Deadbeat,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Knickerbockers,
In Retrospect,
Swell Maps,
The Gories,
The Remains,
T. Rex,
The Angels of Light,
Scrapy,
The Cure,
The Star Department,
Scan 7,
The Residents,
David Bowie,
Yazoo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wasted Youth,
Nirvana,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
X-102,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joey Negro,
The Monks,
Joensuu 1685,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Mojo Men,
Q65,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tim Buckley,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.