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 Vietnam and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 Peter and Kerry to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Slits,
Frankie Knuckles,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
FM Einheit,
Supertramp,
Don Cherry,
Easy Going,
Cluster,
PIL,
Rakim,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hot Snakes,
Andrew Hill,
Quadrant,
Jesper Dahlback,
Isaac Hayes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Josef K,
Marvin Gaye,
Soft Machine,
Wings,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cheater Slicks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Coltrane,
Clear Light,
Wolf Eyes,
Pole,
Main Source,
Freddie Wadling,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lightning Bolt,
Infiniti,
Idris Muhammad,
Schoolly D,
Echospace,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ronnie Foster,
Deepchord,
Lower 48,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Evens,
kango's stein massive,
Audionom,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Funkadelic,
ABBA,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Moon,
The Seeds,
Aswad,
Stiv Bators,
Fatback Band,
The Slackers,
Subhumans,
Minor Threat,
David McCallum,
X-Ray Spex,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.