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 Bulgaria and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
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 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 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 Darondo to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 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 marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
DJ Sneak,
Main Source,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Toasters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Erykah Badu,
Quando Quango,
Panda Bear,
The Offenders,
Peter & Gordon,
Lindisfarne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Sheep,
The Motions,
Ultravox,
a-ha,
Crash Course in Science,
Sixth Finger,
The Gun Club,
Hashim,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rotary Connection,
The Tremeloes,
Yazoo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bronski Beat,
Ice-T,
Pantaleimon,
One Last Wish,
Alison Limerick,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Khruangbin,
John Lydon,
The Dead C,
The Selecter,
Max Romeo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Amazonics,
Lucky Dragons,
Pantytec,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soulsonic Force,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Brand Nubian,
The Moleskins,
Japan,
Procol Harum,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hardrive,
Scott Walker,
New Age Steppers,
Aural Exciters,
Black Flag,
Television,
Visage,
Prince Buster,
Donny Hathaway,
Absolute Body Control,
Pet Shop Boys,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.