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 Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro 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 Kas Product to the rock 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a spring reverb 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 rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jacques Brel,
Liliput,
The Fuzztones,
Deadbeat,
The Pop Group,
Average White Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Moon,
Hasil Adkins,
The Smiths,
Dawn Penn,
the Slits,
Yazoo,
Eurythmics,
Sun City Girls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Stetsasonic,
The Detroit Cobras,
Barbara Tucker,
Lalann,
Althea and Donna,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Gladiators,
Pylon,
Unrelated Segments,
Kas Product,
Donny Hathaway,
Trumans Water,
Bobby Womack,
Boredoms,
Outsiders,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Letta Mbulu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Spoonie Gee,
The J.B.'s,
June Days,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Angels of Light,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Essential Logic,
Freddie Wadling,
Dual Sessions,
New Order,
Fluxion,
Hoover,
Tomorrow,
One Last Wish,
Jeff Mills,
Eric Copeland,
Alphaville,
Icehouse,
Barry Ungar,
Warsaw,
Clear Light,
Visage,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.