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 Taiwan and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 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 Marine Girls to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Aloha Tigers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crime,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mad Mike,
Wally Richardson,
Lindisfarne,
OOIOO,
The Techniques,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Isaac Hayes,
Bob Dylan,
Outsiders,
Second Layer,
Intrusion,
E-Dancer,
Juan Atkins,
Excepter,
Josef K,
One Last Wish,
Donald Byrd,
Piero Umiliani,
Livin' Joy,
Accadde A,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joey Negro,
Black Bananas,
Whodini,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lakeside,
The Beau Brummels,
Marc Almond,
Easy Going,
New Order,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Derrick Morgan,
The Selecter,
The Black Dice,
Visage,
Ituana,
Moebius,
The Buckinghams,
Yaz,
Stiv Bators,
Darondo,
CMW,
Ossler,
Sarah Menescal,
Gichy Dan,
Kas Product,
Von Mondo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Quadrant,
Siglo XX,
Faust,
Monks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Flipper,
Soulsonic Force,
Q and Not U,
Echospace,
Quando Quango,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.