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 Albania and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
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 güiro 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 Gang Gang Dance to the rap 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba 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 güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Nico,
The Knickerbockers,
Marmalade,
Blake Baxter,
Magazine,
Soul Sonic Force,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soft Cell,
B.T. Express,
Cecil Taylor,
Crooked Eye,
The Grass Roots,
Interpol,
Josef K,
kango's stein massive,
Rotary Connection,
China Crisis,
Charles Mingus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Youth Brigade,
Vladislav Delay,
Scratch Acid,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Magma,
Can,
The Dead C,
Eric B and Rakim,
Yellowson,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Names,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Television,
Joey Negro,
MC5,
The Leaves,
Ten City,
June Days,
Bill Wells,
Rekid,
Delon & Dalcan,
Public Enemy,
KRS-One,
Eli Mardock,
The Toasters,
DNA,
Sight & Sound,
Soulsonic Force,
Subhumans,
Toni Rubio,
Massinfluence,
Brick,
Bronski Beat,
Eric Dolphy,
Q65,
The Motions,
the Slits,
Judy Mowatt,
Joe Smooth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sun Ra,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Neon Judgement,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
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.