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 Malaysia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Echospace to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
The Trojans,
Monks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pulsallama,
The Last Poets,
Hoover,
La Düsseldorf,
Intrusion,
Buzzcocks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Delta 5,
Wings,
Dorothy Ashby,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marcia Griffiths,
Visage,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jeff Lynne,
Loose Ends,
Bauhaus,
Nick Fraelich,
Thompson Twins,
Nirvana,
X-102,
The Music Machine,
Scan 7,
Brass Construction,
The Five Americans,
Sam Rivers,
OOIOO,
Bad Manners,
The Barracudas,
Liliput,
Lalann,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Arthur Verocai,
Nation of Ulysses,
Charles Mingus,
The Golliwogs,
The Move,
Sarah Menescal,
Roxette,
Country Teasers,
Mars,
The Misunderstood,
Alison Limerick,
Ten City,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sonic Youth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Bar-Kays,
Lalo Schifrin,
New Age Steppers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ponytail,
Grey Daturas,
The Fugs,
Trumans Water,
Silicon Teens,
Cal Tjader,
The Knickerbockers,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.