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 Bahamas and from Salvador.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 LL Cool J to the jazz 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron 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 arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Funkadelic,
The J.B.'s,
Wolf Eyes,
Grey Daturas,
Fad Gadget,
Glenn Branca,
The Music Machine,
Anthony Braxton,
Main Source,
The Offenders,
Maurizio,
Tres Demented,
Tommy Roe,
The Beau Brummels,
The Techniques,
The Real Kids,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Slits,
The Blackbyrds,
Roxette,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eve St. Jones,
Flipper,
Underground Resistance,
Tom Boy,
DNA,
Average White Band,
Stereo Dub,
The Index,
The Invisible,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sonic Youth,
Gang of Four,
Al Stewart,
Scientists,
Monks,
Negative Approach,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Moebius,
Fluxion,
Lou Christie,
Minny Pops,
Ronnie Foster,
Moss Icon,
Country Teasers,
Suburban Knight,
Dawn Penn,
Theoretical Girls,
Parry Music,
Sällskapet,
Flamin' Groovies,
Robert Görl,
A Certain Ratio,
Pagans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Lydon,
Henry Cow,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.