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 Bangladesh and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator 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 James White and The Blacks to the rap 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 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 synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
The Misunderstood,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ronnie Foster,
Joe Smooth,
The Five Americans,
Judy Mowatt,
Lalann,
The Fuzztones,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Excepter,
Dual Sessions,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lee Hazlewood,
U.S. Maple,
the Slits,
Soulsonic Force,
Make Up,
Shuggie Otis,
T.S.O.L.,
Babytalk,
Tropical Tobacco,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Young Rascals,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Glenn Branca,
Los Fastidios,
Dennis Brown,
Davy DMX,
Eve St. Jones,
Leonard Cohen,
The Selecter,
Banda Bassotti,
Saccharine Trust,
Joyce Sims,
Depeche Mode,
Mad Mike,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lindisfarne,
Black Moon,
The Zeros,
The Trojans,
Gichy Dan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pulsallama,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soft Cell,
Blake Baxter,
The Martian,
Bad Manners,
Terry Callier,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lakeside,
Black Flag,
The Buckinghams,
MC5,
Rakim,
Cymande,
Crooked Eye,
Cheater Slicks,
Eurythmics,
The Litter,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.