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 Spain and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Michael McDonald 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 Michelle Simonal to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Agitation Free,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gil Scott Heron,
a-ha,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Janne Schatter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Arthur Verocai,
James White and The Blacks,
Amon Düül,
Moebius,
The Monks,
Sound Behaviour,
Donald Byrd,
Outsiders,
The Dirtbombs,
Little Man,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Golliwogs,
Sight & Sound,
The Alarm Clocks,
Erykah Badu,
Glambeats Corp.,
Peter & Gordon,
The Smoke,
Lakeside,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dave Gahan,
Faust,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Godley & Creme,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ralphi Rosario,
AZ,
Alison Limerick,
Yazoo,
June of 44,
Aaron Thompson,
Subhumans,
World's Most,
Excepter,
Wings,
Cymande,
Mission of Burma,
Mark Hollis,
Half Japanese,
Gregory Isaacs,
Boredoms,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gang of Four,
The Fugs,
The Seeds,
Anthony Braxton,
H. Thieme,
MDC,
Unwound,
Trumans Water,
UT,
Funkadelic,
These Immortal Souls,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.