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 Bolivia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ 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 X-102 to the dance 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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
The Star Department,
48th St. Collective,
Minutemen,
Erasure,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Sheep,
Kaleidoscope,
Arab on Radar,
Boredoms,
The Zeros,
Roxette,
the Sonics,
Scott Walker,
EPMD,
The Saints,
One Last Wish,
The Seeds,
The Fire Engines,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eric B and Rakim,
A Certain Ratio,
E-Dancer,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Slits,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bronski Beat,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scrapy,
The Doors,
The Standells,
Rod Modell,
Glenn Branca,
Minny Pops,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Dirtbombs,
Boz Scaggs,
Masters at Work,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
China Crisis,
Radiohead,
Skarface,
Cameo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Motorama,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dawn Penn,
Mr. Review,
Black Pus,
Sun Ra,
Yazoo,
Television,
Mars,
Arcadia,
Fort Wilson Riot,
cv313,
Rapeman,
Surgeon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.