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 Ireland and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar 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 Arcadia to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar 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 harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
The New Christs,
Jawbox,
Sam Rivers,
Roger Hodgson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lou Reed,
Bob Dylan,
Radiohead,
Robert Wyatt,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Mojo Men,
Masters at Work,
The Martian,
The American Breed,
Q65,
Ultra Naté,
Bootsy Collins,
Theoretical Girls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rosa Yemen,
Underground Resistance,
The Five Americans,
The Happenings,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Divine Comedy,
Avey Tare,
James White and The Blacks,
David McCallum,
Nation of Ulysses,
Morten Harket,
The Monks,
Livin' Joy,
Nik Kershaw,
The Residents,
Grandmaster Flash,
Section 25,
Tubeway Army,
Bang On A Can,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Symarip,
Japan,
Boredoms,
Con Funk Shun,
The Skatalites,
A Certain Ratio,
Mad Mike,
Surgeon,
Harmonia,
Hoover,
Oblivians,
China Crisis,
Fela Kuti,
Arcadia,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Thee Headcoats,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Wake,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pole,
Ken Boothe,
Niagra,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.