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 Russia and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Severed Heads to the jazz 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes 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?
Eric Dolphy,
Pulsallama,
Sugar Minott,
Roxy Music,
ABC,
These Immortal Souls,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Red Krayola,
Brand Nubian,
Hashim,
Black Sheep,
Hasil Adkins,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bush Tetras,
Monolake,
Heaven 17,
Chrome,
Amon Düül II,
The Angels of Light,
Wings,
Ronnie Foster,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wire,
Q and Not U,
Stockholm Monsters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marc Almond,
David Bowie,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tim Buckley,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Qualms,
Sun City Girls,
Desert Stars,
Gichy Dan,
Blake Baxter,
Tom Boy,
cv313,
Quantec,
Jacques Brel,
Quando Quango,
Jacob Miller,
Model 500,
Suicide,
Anakelly,
the Slits,
Soft Machine,
Eli Mardock,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rites of Spring,
Carl Craig,
The Index,
Frankie Knuckles,
MC5,
Intrusion,
The Blues Magoos,
Subhumans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Grauzone,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.