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 Nepal and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Sixth Finger 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roxette,
Bauhaus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Delta 5,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Cure,
Jacques Brel,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Laurel Aitken,
The Neon Judgement,
The Searchers,
Interpol,
Soulsonic Force,
The Dead C,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nas,
Oneida,
Pylon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Young Rascals,
Anakelly,
Blake Baxter,
Saccharine Trust,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Masters at Work,
Average White Band,
MC5,
Fela Kuti,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Brand Nubian,
Soft Machine,
Marmalade,
Bang On A Can,
Brick,
Mo-Dettes,
Stereo Dub,
Fluxion,
PIL,
Al Stewart,
Country Joe & The Fish,
JFA,
Qualms,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Names,
L. Decosne,
Robert Hood,
The Dirtbombs,
The Red Krayola,
The Seeds,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sister Nancy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Glenn Branca,
Zero Boys,
Model 500,
Joe Smooth,
Agitation Free,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scrapy,
Jawbox,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.