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 Egypt and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Eric B and Rakim to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bauhaus,
Scan 7,
The Happenings,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hoover,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
10cc,
Funky Four + One,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Country Teasers,
Kaleidoscope,
Marcia Griffiths,
Surgeon,
Black Moon,
Schoolly D,
Tomorrow,
Davy DMX,
Magazine,
Brass Construction,
Accadde A,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Traffic Nightmare,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Angels of Light,
AZ,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Leonard Cohen,
Erasure,
Kurtis Blow,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sister Nancy,
Grey Daturas,
Ossler,
Roxette,
Q and Not U,
Dark Day,
The Cosmic Jokers,
a-ha,
Fatback Band,
Babytalk,
Swans,
Bob Dylan,
Popol Vuh,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Oneida,
Alton Ellis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pussy Galore,
Silicon Teens,
The Red Krayola,
Kerri Chandler,
Television,
Peter and Kerry,
Nico,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Arcadia,
Stiv Bators,
Tres Demented,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.