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 Bahrain and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Green to the techno 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Rhythm & Sound,
Animal Collective,
John Cale,
Saccharine Trust,
Boz Scaggs,
Tim Buckley,
In Retrospect,
Piero Umiliani,
Niagra,
Duran Duran,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sonic Youth,
Crispy Ambulance,
Circle Jerks,
The Victims,
Wings,
D'Angelo,
Yaz,
Prince Buster,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Bar-Kays,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fear,
Pierre Henry,
Franke,
Warren Ellis,
Roy Ayers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Thee Headcoats,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Skatalites,
Radiohead,
Hot Snakes,
The Knickerbockers,
Marvin Gaye,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ossler,
The Gories,
Gang Green,
Bill Wells,
These Immortal Souls,
Alton Ellis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Letta Mbulu,
The Music Machine,
Gastr Del Sol,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Severed Heads,
Oneida,
Mo-Dettes,
The Fortunes,
Sight & Sound,
Motorama,
The Zeros,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ronan,
Heaven 17,
The Young Rascals,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.