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 East Timor and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba 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 The Slackers to the techno 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Rekid,
Skarface,
These Immortal Souls,
Sam Rivers,
Black Moon,
Magazine,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Grey Daturas,
Slave,
Hoover,
Quadrant,
DJ Sneak,
Bizarre Inc.,
Youth Brigade,
The Pop Group,
Y Pants,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Matthew Bourne,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wasted Youth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Durutti Column,
Stockholm Monsters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Evens,
Gang Starr,
DJ Style,
The Offenders,
Idris Muhammad,
Lower 48,
The Remains,
Bronski Beat,
Brass Construction,
Los Fastidios,
Sun City Girls,
Rapeman,
Basic Channel,
Ituana,
Jacques Brel,
The Trojans,
The Walker Brothers,
Tim Buckley,
New Order,
Yellowson,
Sex Pistols,
Nas,
Angry Samoans,
The Cowsills,
Suicide,
Monks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Nils Olav,
Black Sheep,
Man Parrish,
Michelle Simonal,
The Blackbyrds,
Negative Approach,
Pulsallama,
New York Dolls,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.