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 Mexico and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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-102 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Suburban Knight,
Q and Not U,
The Flesh Eaters,
Anthony Braxton,
B.T. Express,
The Blues Magoos,
Liliput,
Ronan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Moby Grape,
The Gories,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
MDC,
Half Japanese,
The Fortunes,
Sister Nancy,
The Happenings,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Clear Light,
Soulsonic Force,
The Monochrome Set,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Smoke,
The Moody Blues,
Bizarre Inc.,
Barbara Tucker,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jerry's Kids,
The Evens,
The Gap Band,
Deepchord,
Archie Shepp,
Sparks,
Theoretical Girls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Josef K,
The Young Rascals,
Kurtis Blow,
Yazoo,
Mars,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eli Mardock,
AZ,
Alison Limerick,
FM Einheit,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Massinfluence,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ossler,
Dennis Brown,
Black Flag,
Arcadia,
Aswad,
Cybotron,
Audionom,
Junior Murvin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mantronix,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Qualms,
The J.B.'s,
DJ Style,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.