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 Colombia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Joe Finger to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Buzzcocks,
Grauzone,
Brothers Johnson,
Arab on Radar,
Danielle Patucci,
The Smiths,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Delta 5,
Fort Wilson Riot,
These Immortal Souls,
Brand Nubian,
Sight & Sound,
The Fortunes,
Funky Four + One,
Blake Baxter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pantaleimon,
ABC,
Pulsallama,
Suicide,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jacob Miller,
One Last Wish,
Johnny Osbourne,
Prince Buster,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Deepchord,
The Alarm Clocks,
Minnie Riperton,
Make Up,
The Birthday Party,
The Velvet Underground,
Yusef Lateef,
Chris & Cosey,
Josef K,
DNA,
Oblivians,
Donald Byrd,
CMW,
Sun Ra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Pretty Things,
This Heat,
X-101,
Zero Boys,
Absolute Body Control,
Das Ding,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Boz Scaggs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Avey Tare,
Ludus,
Whodini,
Leonard Cohen,
The Knickerbockers,
Slave,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.