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 South Sudan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Manila and Tehran.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Selecter to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a güiro 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 güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Wasted Youth,
Fugazi,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
EPMD,
KRS-One,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Smoke,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Inner City,
Neu!,
Moby Grape,
Mr. Review,
Arcadia,
Interpol,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Angels of Light,
Fad Gadget,
Gregory Isaacs,
Basic Channel,
The Offenders,
Q and Not U,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
David Bowie,
Pole,
JFA,
Banda Bassotti,
Piero Umiliani,
Archie Shepp,
Mars,
Buzzcocks,
R.M.O.,
Prince Buster,
Echospace,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jesper Dahlback,
Accadde A,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Duran Duran,
the Association,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Idris Muhammad,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Move,
Lightning Bolt,
The Dave Clark Five,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Carl Craig,
Pylon,
Qualms,
Ohio Players,
Crispian St. Peters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fuzztones,
Harmonia,
The Wake,
Soulsonic Force,
Whodini,
The Pretty Things,
Animal Collective,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.