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 Mozambique and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Stooges to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mo-Dettes,
Barry Ungar,
Tomorrow,
Graham Central Station,
The Neon Judgement,
Rosa Yemen,
Blake Baxter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Animal Collective,
Kevin Saunderson,
Organ,
Iggy Pop,
Circle Jerks,
DJ Style,
Derrick Morgan,
Lungfish,
ABBA,
Panda Bear,
Rakim,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lyres,
The Cramps,
The Sound,
Eden Ahbez,
Little Man,
Kurtis Blow,
Eurythmics,
Negative Approach,
The Doobie Brothers,
Desert Stars,
The Kinks,
Grey Daturas,
Cluster,
Q65,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bluetip,
Kayak,
Connie Case,
Motorama,
Sister Nancy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scrapy,
Marine Girls,
June Days,
Fugazi,
Hardrive,
Letta Mbulu,
PIL,
Brothers Johnson,
The Sonics,
Minutemen,
The Birthday Party,
Flash Fearless,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eli Mardock,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Drexciya,
Crispian St. Peters,
Surgeon,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.