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 Senegal and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes 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 X-101 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Grandmaster Flash,
Unwound,
Cybotron,
The Remains,
Silicon Teens,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Model 500,
The Litter,
Inner City,
Echospace,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ultra Naté,
Scott Walker,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sight & Sound,
Los Fastidios,
The Stooges,
Mr. Review,
Skaos,
MDC,
Glambeats Corp.,
Unrelated Segments,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Dirtbombs,
Mo-Dettes,
Public Enemy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Normal,
Barrington Levy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Severed Heads,
Massinfluence,
The Mummies,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lebanon Hanover,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gong,
Darondo,
Chris & Cosey,
Tubeway Army,
DJ Style,
Icehouse,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wolf Eyes,
Joy Division,
Lakeside,
Banda Bassotti,
Funkadelic,
Lucky Dragons,
Judy Mowatt,
Toni Rubio,
James White and The Blacks,
Davy DMX,
John Foxx,
Man Parrish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Misunderstood,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.