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 Pakistan and from Manila.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Angry Samoans 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Fluxion,
Ponytail,
Aswad,
Wire,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Massinfluence,
Charles Mingus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Doors,
Depeche Mode,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Moon,
Soft Cell,
Underground Resistance,
Skarface,
Slick Rick,
Brick,
Jandek,
Main Source,
Joey Negro,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scrapy,
OOIOO,
the Bar-Kays,
Zero Boys,
Severed Heads,
One Last Wish,
Boredoms,
Adolescents,
New York Dolls,
Public Enemy,
Sun Ra,
Kurtis Blow,
Khruangbin,
Alison Limerick,
The Gap Band,
cv313,
Alice Coltrane,
the Swans,
Toni Rubio,
The Monks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sam Rivers,
Essential Logic,
The Last Poets,
Jerry Gold Smith,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Todd Terry,
John Coltrane,
Marmalade,
Brand Nubian,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eurythmics,
Average White Band,
Niagra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Motorama,
Sandy B,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.