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 Antigua and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Prince Buster to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
E-Dancer,
Scrapy,
Fugazi,
Barbara Tucker,
Kerri Chandler,
Wasted Youth,
The Move,
48th St. Collective,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marvin Gaye,
Zapp,
Bill Wells,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Siglo XX,
Graham Central Station,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ultravox,
Excepter,
The Busters,
Glenn Branca,
Joey Negro,
Crime,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gichy Dan,
Prince Buster,
Mantronix,
The Monochrome Set,
Sparks,
Lou Reed,
Ohio Players,
Godley & Creme,
Chrome,
Lucky Dragons,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roger Hodgson,
Negative Approach,
Youth Brigade,
Alison Limerick,
Electric Prunes,
Todd Terry,
Ituana,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Faust,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soft Machine,
Joyce Sims,
The Trojans,
Black Sheep,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cheater Slicks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
MC5,
Rosa Yemen,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.