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 Morocco and from Tokyo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb 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 Sällskapet to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
K-Klass,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Moon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Count Five,
Public Image Ltd.,
Isaac Hayes,
Moss Icon,
Trumans Water,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Young Marble Giants,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lakeside,
Danielle Patucci,
Funkadelic,
Maurizio,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dennis Brown,
David Bowie,
Idris Muhammad,
James White and The Blacks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ronan,
Pulsallama,
Mars,
Electric Prunes,
Donald Byrd,
the Germs,
Warsaw,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pussy Galore,
The Cowsills,
Boz Scaggs,
Skarface,
The Monochrome Set,
Mandrill,
Lyres,
D'Angelo,
Scott Walker,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Swans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Delta 5,
Scrapy,
Donny Hathaway,
Sonic Youth,
Goldenarms,
Blake Baxter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Anthony Braxton,
Q and Not U,
Glenn Branca,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roy Ayers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Harmonia,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.