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 East Timor and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Sällskapet 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
The Neon Judgement,
Ossler,
Second Layer,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gang Starr,
Jacob Miller,
China Crisis,
Minutemen,
Sonic Youth,
Erykah Badu,
The Monochrome Set,
The Busters,
Sun Ra,
ABBA,
Soft Cell,
Skriet,
Smog,
The Index,
Moebius,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Heaven 17,
Eric B and Rakim,
DJ Sneak,
Cymande,
The Cure,
Stiv Bators,
Adolescents,
Hoover,
Joey Negro,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Carl Craig,
Masters at Work,
Jacques Brel,
Iggy Pop,
The Standells,
The Five Americans,
Piero Umiliani,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rosa Yemen,
Harry Pussy,
Country Teasers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fortunes,
Fear,
B.T. Express,
James White and The Blacks,
Visage,
Mary Jane Girls,
John Cale,
Josef K,
Max Romeo,
Joyce Sims,
the Normal,
Moss Icon,
Sight & Sound,
Sandy B,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lightning Bolt,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jimmy McGriff,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.