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 Guatemala and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Yusef Lateef to the electroclash 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine 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?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Reuben Wilson,
Mars,
Minor Threat,
Cheater Slicks,
Stetsasonic,
The Gories,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Clear Light,
Derrick Morgan,
Lalann,
Tim Buckley,
Lungfish,
Camberwell Now,
Surgeon,
Marvin Gaye,
Joyce Sims,
Icehouse,
Rosa Yemen,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Swans,
Circle Jerks,
Qualms,
Desert Stars,
Mo-Dettes,
Blake Baxter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Victims,
Radio Birdman,
Heaven 17,
The Modern Lovers,
the Sonics,
Pagans,
Chrome,
James White and The Blacks,
Andrew Hill,
Half Japanese,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The United States of America,
Porter Ricks,
Gang Starr,
Marc Almond,
Ralphi Rosario,
Henry Cow,
Nils Olav,
Anthony Braxton,
Alice Coltrane,
Fluxion,
Reagan Youth,
The Pretty Things,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Au Pairs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Grass Roots,
Newcleus,
Crime,
Von Mondo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Adolescents,
Kurtis Blow,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.