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 Armenia and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Prince Buster to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Sarah Menescal,
The Durutti Column,
Crispy Ambulance,
JFA,
Skaos,
Babytalk,
Robert Wyatt,
Fela Kuti,
Oblivians,
Essential Logic,
Isaac Hayes,
Fugazi,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Los Fastidios,
Half Japanese,
Prince Buster,
The Mojo Men,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Monks,
Ten City,
Morten Harket,
Porter Ricks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roxy Music,
Television Personalities,
Rekid,
June of 44,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Saints,
Scratch Acid,
The Fugs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Grandmaster Flash,
OOIOO,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Henry Cow,
Siglo XX,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Technova,
Interpol,
Wasted Youth,
ABBA,
Jeff Mills,
Main Source,
Reagan Youth,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Busters,
Bluetip,
Dorothy Ashby,
Josef K,
Sun City Girls,
Pantytec,
Von Mondo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
DJ Style,
Jacques Brel,
10cc,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.