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 Iraq and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the grunge 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
World's Most,
The Misunderstood,
The Modern Lovers,
Whodini,
The Pop Group,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Heaven 17,
Lyres,
Parry Music,
Johnny Osbourne,
Robert Wyatt,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ten City,
Altered Images,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Real Kids,
Bad Manners,
Cecil Taylor,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bush Tetras,
Arab on Radar,
Ultravox,
Harmonia,
Arcadia,
Monks,
Marmalade,
Jacob Miller,
The Golliwogs,
Mad Mike,
Kayak,
June of 44,
Scrapy,
The Gun Club,
Lakeside,
T. Rex,
The Happenings,
The Red Krayola,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sandy B,
Susan Cadogan,
The Names,
The Toasters,
Althea and Donna,
Rhythm & Sound,
Moebius,
London Community Gospel Choir,
R.M.O.,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gichy Dan,
Silicon Teens,
Siglo XX,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Agitation Free,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ronnie Foster,
Crispian St. Peters,
Faust,
Chris Corsano,
Ice-T,
The Fugs,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.