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 Poland and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 clarinet 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Standells,
The Flesh Eaters,
Grey Daturas,
Stiv Bators,
Crooked Eye,
X-101,
the Bar-Kays,
Bizarre Inc.,
Y Pants,
Carl Craig,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Matthew Halsall,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobby Sherman,
Juan Atkins,
World's Most,
Lucky Dragons,
CMW,
Depeche Mode,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fatback Band,
Urselle,
cv313,
Cameo,
Basic Channel,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pierre Henry,
Rites of Spring,
Brass Construction,
Tears for Fears,
Gang Gang Dance,
JFA,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Trojans,
Shoche,
Ken Boothe,
Jandek,
Sarah Menescal,
Ice-T,
Marc Almond,
Gong,
Joey Negro,
The Durutti Column,
Bang On A Can,
Average White Band,
The Skatalites,
Public Enemy,
Shuggie Otis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Erasure,
Kerri Chandler,
The Litter,
Cheater Slicks,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Blues Magoos,
Scan 7,
Motorama,
Public Image Ltd.,
Faust,
Gregory Isaacs,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.