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 Korea North and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mars to the grunge 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ken Boothe,
Lungfish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
R.M.O.,
K-Klass,
Andrew Hill,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Porter Ricks,
Quadrant,
Desert Stars,
Whodini,
Mo-Dettes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Al Stewart,
Wings,
The Music Machine,
Newcleus,
Skaos,
Marmalade,
Reuben Wilson,
Au Pairs,
The Busters,
Hasil Adkins,
Jandek,
Jeru the Damaja,
Schoolly D,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Seeds,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gichy Dan,
The Angels of Light,
Kenny Larkin,
The Kinks,
Bronski Beat,
Quantec,
Suburban Knight,
Wally Richardson,
Maurizio,
Glambeats Corp.,
Model 500,
It's A Beautiful Day,
X-101,
Anthony Braxton,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Buckinghams,
Mad Mike,
Radiohead,
Bauhaus,
Joyce Sims,
The Mojo Men,
The Smoke,
Unwound,
Mark Hollis,
Zapp,
June of 44,
Inner City,
The Wake,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.