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 Lebanon and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Los Fastidios 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum 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?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Boz Scaggs,
H. Thieme,
Ronnie Foster,
Duran Duran,
Joe Finger,
Niagra,
Faraquet,
Talk Talk,
Surgeon,
Main Source,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Henry Cow,
ABBA,
Desert Stars,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scratch Acid,
Slave,
The Leaves,
Yaz,
X-101,
Khruangbin,
Jeff Lynne,
Newcleus,
Pulsallama,
Funky Four + One,
Franke,
The Cure,
Deepchord,
Public Enemy,
Junior Murvin,
Quadrant,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Kinks,
OOIOO,
the Fania All-Stars,
a-ha,
The Associates,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mission of Burma,
Whodini,
Eddi Front,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Susan Cadogan,
Magazine,
Lower 48,
This Heat,
Tres Demented,
T. Rex,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Selecter,
Ossler,
New York Dolls,
Bobby Byrd,
Television Personalities,
China Crisis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Sonics,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.