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 Eritrea and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Groovy Waters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soft Machine,
Gabor Szabo,
The Victims,
Wings,
Unrelated Segments,
Graham Central Station,
The Dead C,
The Slits,
Jandek,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rhythm & Sound,
Country Teasers,
Cheater Slicks,
Amazonics,
Curtis Mayfield,
Yaz,
The Stooges,
Wolf Eyes,
Dual Sessions,
Scientists,
Radiopuhelimet,
Peter & Gordon,
Mandrill,
Barry Ungar,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Skatalites,
Swell Maps,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Velvet Underground,
K-Klass,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Prince Buster,
Darondo,
The Standells,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Delta 5,
Johnny Clarke,
Derrick Morgan,
The Offenders,
The J.B.'s,
Monolake,
Anakelly,
Cybotron,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Normal,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scion,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Flag,
Cecil Taylor,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
New Age Steppers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.