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 Antigua and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Donny Hathaway 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord 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 güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
The Beau Brummels,
The Gladiators,
Morten Harket,
Malaria!,
Sight & Sound,
Section 25,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The United States of America,
Sarah Menescal,
The Electric Prunes,
Alton Ellis,
Sonic Youth,
Crooked Eye,
Flipper,
Cymande,
Mr. Review,
Jawbox,
Barclay James Harvest,
Visage,
The Trojans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Pus,
Hardrive,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Skaos,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
B.T. Express,
The Seeds,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lindisfarne,
Max Romeo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Aural Exciters,
The Cowsills,
Gang Green,
DJ Sneak,
Television Personalities,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Doobie Brothers,
Barbara Tucker,
T.S.O.L.,
Roxy Music,
Ken Boothe,
Robert Hood,
Quantec,
Minutemen,
Bad Manners,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Swell Maps,
In Retrospect,
Gichy Dan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Blake Baxter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jacob Miller,
a-ha,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.