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 Kiribati and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba 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 Pet Shop Boys to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kenny Larkin,
The Mojo Men,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sugar Minott,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Saints,
Junior Murvin,
Heaven 17,
B.T. Express,
Unwound,
Faust,
The Barracudas,
Camberwell Now,
New York Dolls,
the Human League,
Mars,
London Community Gospel Choir,
cv313,
Basic Channel,
a-ha,
The Human League,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Andrew Hill,
Rapeman,
Japan,
Loose Ends,
Essential Logic,
Technova,
Donny Hathaway,
Tim Buckley,
Deakin,
Sonic Youth,
Bill Near,
Don Cherry,
Pagans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Neon Judgement,
Jacob Miller,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Banda Bassotti,
Yazoo,
JFA,
The Gap Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sex Pistols,
Lalo Schifrin,
Prince Buster,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Max Romeo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
FM Einheit,
Procol Harum,
Gastr Del Sol,
Toni Rubio,
Shuggie Otis,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.