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 Turkmenistan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 James White and The Blacks to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
The Techniques,
Y Pants,
The Motions,
D'Angelo,
The Music Machine,
Harry Pussy,
Masters at Work,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scott Walker,
Dennis Brown,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Skatalites,
Black Pus,
Hoover,
Lou Reed,
Kenny Larkin,
The Smiths,
Janne Schatter,
Amazonics,
Goldenarms,
Lou Christie,
Warren Ellis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Heaven 17,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Angry Samoans,
Robert Wyatt,
The Gladiators,
The Last Poets,
Connie Case,
Porter Ricks,
The Doors,
Eve St. Jones,
Jeff Mills,
The Fuzztones,
The Electric Prunes,
Jacob Miller,
Young Marble Giants,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Barrington Levy,
Aswad,
Radiohead,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
New Order,
Stetsasonic,
Cymande,
Fugazi,
Nik Kershaw,
Johnny Clarke,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Charles Mingus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Sound,
Leonard Cohen,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.