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 Jordan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Marc Almond to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Massinfluence,
cv313,
Gang Gang Dance,
Archie Shepp,
Deepchord,
Y Pants,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fortunes,
Jeff Mills,
Rekid,
Jandek,
Moss Icon,
Rosa Yemen,
Harmonia,
Juan Atkins,
Cheater Slicks,
Pierre Henry,
Sparks,
Slick Rick,
Interpol,
Avey Tare,
Magazine,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Todd Terry,
Masters at Work,
E-Dancer,
Alton Ellis,
Neil Young,
ABC,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Gap Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Last Poets,
Urselle,
Sonny Sharrock,
Theoretical Girls,
48th St. Collective,
Hardrive,
Royal Trux,
Quadrant,
Second Layer,
Sonic Youth,
Judy Mowatt,
KRS-One,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
LL Cool J,
Sex Pistols,
Laurel Aitken,
Boz Scaggs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
R.M.O.,
Bush Tetras,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Excepter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scratch Acid,
Robert Wyatt,
The Beau Brummels,
Kerri Chandler,
The Dirtbombs,
Tommy Roe,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.