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 Mali and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 John Coltrane to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mark Hollis,
Trumans Water,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sugar Minott,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fuzztones,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Althea and Donna,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Johnny Osbourne,
Heaven 17,
Scrapy,
Pylon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fugs,
The Misunderstood,
Cameo,
One Last Wish,
Peter and Kerry,
Masters at Work,
Bluetip,
Visage,
Subhumans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ultra Naté,
Stereo Dub,
Mars,
The Human League,
A Certain Ratio,
The Gladiators,
This Heat,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Normal,
Eurythmics,
Barbara Tucker,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pantytec,
Au Pairs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Robert Hood,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Searchers,
Amazonics,
Moby Grape,
Peter & Gordon,
Livin' Joy,
Sandy B,
The Victims,
Roxette,
Throbbing Gristle,
New York Dolls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lower 48,
Siglo XX,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.