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 Saudi Arabia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 X-101 to the crunk 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Rhythm & Sound,
Vladislav Delay,
KRS-One,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joe Finger,
The Last Poets,
the Human League,
John Holt,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
E-Dancer,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Subhumans,
Al Stewart,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Newcleus,
Eric B and Rakim,
Agent Orange,
Judy Mowatt,
Sarah Menescal,
Marine Girls,
China Crisis,
The Trojans,
T. Rex,
Gang of Four,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pussy Galore,
Lower 48,
Mad Mike,
Goldenarms,
The Mojo Men,
Slave,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gabor Szabo,
Pagans,
The Young Rascals,
Nik Kershaw,
Porter Ricks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kerri Chandler,
Albert Ayler,
Lyres,
Quando Quango,
Jerry's Kids,
Kurtis Blow,
Soulsonic Force,
Niagra,
Slick Rick,
Wally Richardson,
Technova,
Excepter,
Hasil Adkins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hashim,
The Pretty Things,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.