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 Jamaica and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cramps to the grime 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Davy DMX,
Yazoo,
the Germs,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Martian,
Mr. Review,
Half Japanese,
Letta Mbulu,
The Angels of Light,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Clear Light,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soul II Soul,
Con Funk Shun,
Todd Terry,
Sällskapet,
The Smoke,
The Seeds,
Black Bananas,
Sparks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dawn Penn,
Roxy Music,
The Misunderstood,
The Cowsills,
Loose Ends,
New York Dolls,
Scientists,
Alton Ellis,
Eden Ahbez,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Henry Cow,
Jeru the Damaja,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rod Modell,
The Litter,
Junior Murvin,
Nirvana,
The Gladiators,
Kayak,
The Five Americans,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Sheep,
Skaos,
The Dirtbombs,
Pole,
Wasted Youth,
Warren Ellis,
Barclay James Harvest,
LL Cool J,
Kevin Saunderson,
Television Personalities,
Harry Pussy,
Wings,
Sam Rivers,
The Gap Band,
Visage,
Avey Tare,
The Tremeloes,
June Days,
The Offenders,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.