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 Taiwan and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sonic Youth to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Durutti Column,
The Angels of Light,
Nils Olav,
Smog,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Faust,
Eric B and Rakim,
Moby Grape,
Scratch Acid,
The Trojans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Livin' Joy,
Mad Mike,
Zero Boys,
Brick,
Agitation Free,
The Martian,
X-102,
Bauhaus,
Flamin' Groovies,
Audionom,
Shoche,
X-Ray Spex,
Mandrill,
Radiohead,
The Dead C,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scan 7,
Michelle Simonal,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nas,
Mantronix,
Roxy Music,
Glambeats Corp.,
Minny Pops,
The Tremeloes,
Hashim,
The Raincoats,
Ossler,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
L. Decosne,
Dead Boys,
Minor Threat,
James White and The Blacks,
Groovy Waters,
Camberwell Now,
Sarah Menescal,
Matthew Halsall,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ornette Coleman,
Silicon Teens,
Wire,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Yellowson,
Idris Muhammad,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Blossom Toes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Motorama,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.