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 Iraq and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron 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 Barbara Tucker to the grime 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Kool Moe Dee,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Birthday Party,
The Shadows of Knight,
Porter Ricks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sister Nancy,
KRS-One,
Hardrive,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Connie Case,
Ossler,
MC5,
The Moleskins,
Johnny Osbourne,
Robert Görl,
Erasure,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eurythmics,
Metal Thangz,
Amazonics,
Funkadelic,
Minny Pops,
Kenny Larkin,
the Fania All-Stars,
Alton Ellis,
Black Flag,
Albert Ayler,
Crispian St. Peters,
Boz Scaggs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Half Japanese,
Simply Red,
Subhumans,
The Raincoats,
Nick Fraelich,
Index,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
UT,
The Names,
EPMD,
Toni Rubio,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Brass Construction,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Byron Stingily,
Matthew Halsall,
The Standells,
Terry Callier,
Nirvana,
Scratch Acid,
Leonard Cohen,
Lungfish,
New York Dolls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Neil Young,
Tubeway Army,
Theoretical Girls,
La Düsseldorf,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.