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 New Zealand and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the punk 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Wasted Youth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The United States of America,
The Cowsills,
Lalo Schifrin,
Delta 5,
Dennis Brown,
Minny Pops,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Normal,
K-Klass,
Trumans Water,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Oblivians,
PIL,
Carl Craig,
China Crisis,
Anthony Braxton,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sonic Youth,
The Seeds,
Jeru the Damaja,
Blossom Toes,
Nico,
Matthew Bourne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tres Demented,
The Sonics,
Pylon,
The Grass Roots,
Gil Scott Heron,
Model 500,
Joey Negro,
Sixth Finger,
John Holt,
Soul II Soul,
Intrusion,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Severed Heads,
Eve St. Jones,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
David McCallum,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Victims,
Ronnie Foster,
Tubeway Army,
Sandy B,
The Selecter,
The Neon Judgement,
Babytalk,
the Slits,
Lou Christie,
Panda Bear,
Roger Hodgson,
Blake Baxter,
Monks,
Eli Mardock,
CMW,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.