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 Morocco and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Yusef Lateef,
Echospace,
Moby Grape,
Pussy Galore,
Rites of Spring,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Searchers,
Gang Green,
Ronnie Foster,
Mary Jane Girls,
Silicon Teens,
Royal Trux,
Brothers Johnson,
Anthony Braxton,
Blancmange,
Stockholm Monsters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Chris Corsano,
The Stooges,
Kool Moe Dee,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Reuben Wilson,
The Music Machine,
Joyce Sims,
Jerry's Kids,
Jeff Mills,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Yazoo,
Bang On A Can,
Derrick Morgan,
Johnny Clarke,
Tears for Fears,
The Smiths,
Chris & Cosey,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Gladiators,
Stetsasonic,
Electric Prunes,
Neil Young,
Lindisfarne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Aloha Tigers,
Marvin Gaye,
Marmalade,
John Lydon,
Glenn Branca,
The Cramps,
The Vogues,
T.S.O.L.,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Birthday Party,
Flipper,
The Associates,
The Techniques,
Mars,
The Saints,
a-ha,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.