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 Niger and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
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 organ 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 Whodini to the rock 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 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 guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Scott Walker,
Porter Ricks,
Lakeside,
The Golliwogs,
Harmonia,
Kerrie Biddell,
A Certain Ratio,
Ultimate Spinach,
Radiohead,
Mr. Review,
Nick Fraelich,
Q65,
Lungfish,
Circle Jerks,
X-Ray Spex,
Spandau Ballet,
Derrick May,
Ronan,
the Germs,
Index,
Barbara Tucker,
D'Angelo,
Juan Atkins,
Wasted Youth,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dorothy Ashby,
Little Man,
The Moleskins,
Television Personalities,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gladiators,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Monolake,
Thompson Twins,
Flamin' Groovies,
Goldenarms,
Al Stewart,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Neu!,
The Angels of Light,
Lalann,
Kas Product,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ossler,
Josef K,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Slits,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Y Pants,
The Pretty Things,
AZ,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joe Finger,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cecil Taylor,
Crime,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Inner City,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crash Course in Science,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.