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 Dominican Republic 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Flesh Eaters to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Tom Boy,
Unwound,
Rites of Spring,
Deepchord,
The Slits,
Steve Hackett,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Vainqueur,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cecil Taylor,
Magma,
Grandmaster Flash,
Swans,
Brass Construction,
Theoretical Girls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Happenings,
Silicon Teens,
Monolake,
Moss Icon,
Nas,
The Cure,
Desert Stars,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wally Richardson,
The Beau Brummels,
Basic Channel,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
F. McDonald,
T.S.O.L.,
KRS-One,
Laurel Aitken,
Rotary Connection,
Pierre Henry,
The Modern Lovers,
Zero Boys,
Royal Trux,
EPMD,
Bush Tetras,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tears for Fears,
The Velvet Underground,
Dorothy Ashby,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Toni Rubio,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mr. Review,
Slave,
T. Rex,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Flamin' Groovies,
Arthur Verocai,
Don Cherry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.