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 East Timor and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Monolake to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a clarinet 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 arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Surgeon,
Sound Behaviour,
Dennis Brown,
Unwound,
June Days,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ossler,
Das Ding,
Johnny Clarke,
Tubeway Army,
The Victims,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mars,
Banda Bassotti,
Barry Ungar,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Normal,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
ABBA,
The Selecter,
Avey Tare,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Alton Ellis,
Kenny Larkin,
Ronan,
Kerri Chandler,
Slick Rick,
Altered Images,
Negative Approach,
Main Source,
Rotary Connection,
Godley & Creme,
June of 44,
The Slackers,
Max Romeo,
Amon Düül II,
Janne Schatter,
Schoolly D,
Maurizio,
Pierre Henry,
Tomorrow,
Au Pairs,
Jeff Mills,
Derrick May,
Jerry's Kids,
LL Cool J,
La Düsseldorf,
U.S. Maple,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soul II Soul,
The Fugs,
Blake Baxter,
Funky Four + One,
Bush Tetras,
Soft Machine,
The Doors,
The Litter,
Bootsy Collins,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.