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 Chad and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sam Rivers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator 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 snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Loose Ends,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kenny Larkin,
Pulsallama,
Pantaleimon,
Talk Talk,
The Star Department,
Fluxion,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mission of Burma,
New York Dolls,
The Buckinghams,
Tres Demented,
Circle Jerks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Von Mondo,
The Toasters,
Magazine,
K-Klass,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Monks,
The Names,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Khruangbin,
Isaac Hayes,
Spandau Ballet,
Spoonie Gee,
Hasil Adkins,
Mary Jane Girls,
Stetsasonic,
Amon Düül II,
Rites of Spring,
Todd Terry,
Skarface,
Jeff Mills,
Eden Ahbez,
Thee Headcoats,
Cameo,
Cluster,
Yusef Lateef,
DNA,
Drive Like Jehu,
Brothers Johnson,
Dark Day,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Doobie Brothers,
Drexciya,
Juan Atkins,
Magma,
Dave Gahan,
The Selecter,
Motorama,
Funky Four + One,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hardrive,
Danielle Patucci,
the Sonics,
Chris Corsano,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.