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 Tunisia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Girls At Our Best! to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats 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?
Freddie Wadling,
The Dirtbombs,
Agent Orange,
Public Enemy,
The Raincoats,
Gichy Dan,
Rites of Spring,
Jacob Miller,
Black Pus,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Cure,
Zapp,
Bronski Beat,
Jeff Lynne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Monochrome Set,
Tropical Tobacco,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crispy Ambulance,
Underground Resistance,
Niagra,
The Shadows of Knight,
Radiohead,
June of 44,
Susan Cadogan,
Metal Thangz,
Arcadia,
Gabor Szabo,
Das Ding,
The Pop Group,
Hoover,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rekid,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Holt,
Livin' Joy,
Moebius,
Soul Sonic Force,
X-101,
Jimmy McGriff,
Erykah Badu,
Junior Murvin,
Pet Shop Boys,
Harmonia,
Scratch Acid,
Youth Brigade,
Pantytec,
Kevin Saunderson,
ABBA,
Moby Grape,
Blossom Toes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roy Ayers,
Malaria!,
Lyres,
Rapeman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eli Mardock,
Half Japanese,
Ice-T,
Marvin Gaye,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.