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 China and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gang Starr to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jeff Mills,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gabor Szabo,
The United States of America,
Gang Gang Dance,
Maurizio,
The Five Americans,
Fad Gadget,
Desert Stars,
The Slackers,
Fear,
Dorothy Ashby,
Avey Tare,
Procol Harum,
Nick Fraelich,
JFA,
Vladislav Delay,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Selecter,
Bob Dylan,
Nirvana,
Brick,
Iggy Pop,
The Techniques,
X-101,
Unwound,
Masters at Work,
Sun City Girls,
World's Most,
Nico,
The Searchers,
Scott Walker,
the Sonics,
Aaron Thompson,
Pantytec,
Minutemen,
F. McDonald,
Toni Rubio,
Marshall Jefferson,
Negative Approach,
the Association,
Crispy Ambulance,
James White and The Blacks,
Bush Tetras,
Khruangbin,
Soft Cell,
Scion,
Ituana,
Davy DMX,
Lucky Dragons,
ABC,
Quantec,
David McCallum,
Prince Buster,
Lalann,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
This Heat,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.