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 Botswana and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer 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 Johnny Clarke to the grunge 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes 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 linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Zapp,
R.M.O.,
Ludus,
The Sonics,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Unwound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Henry Cow,
Camberwell Now,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Seeds,
Derrick Morgan,
Chrome,
Johnny Clarke,
Don Cherry,
the Bar-Kays,
Unrelated Segments,
Joyce Sims,
Swell Maps,
Sun Ra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roy Ayers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Germs,
Accadde A,
Bootsy Collins,
The Dead C,
Half Japanese,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Man Parrish,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Minor Threat,
Robert Wyatt,
Anthony Braxton,
Siglo XX,
Al Stewart,
The Barracudas,
Flamin' Groovies,
Moebius,
Skarface,
Altered Images,
Minnie Riperton,
Ice-T,
Kas Product,
Model 500,
Nas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cecil Taylor,
Slave,
Depeche Mode,
Fela Kuti,
The Angels of Light,
Anakelly,
Arab on Radar,
Junior Murvin,
Can,
Delta 5,
Jawbox,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.