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 Haiti and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gun Club to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Sarah Menescal,
KRS-One,
The Cowsills,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Camberwell Now,
Rakim,
The Tremeloes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scrapy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Monks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Au Pairs,
Eddi Front,
Spoonie Gee,
Pantytec,
Lyres,
Swans,
Eric Copeland,
Rufus Thomas,
The Modern Lovers,
Dead Boys,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Sound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Bar-Kays,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Deadbeat,
Mission of Burma,
Cybotron,
Ken Boothe,
The Techniques,
Anthony Braxton,
Scott Walker,
Barrington Levy,
John Lydon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Zero Boys,
John Holt,
Dennis Brown,
L. Decosne,
The Flesh Eaters,
Subhumans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Brick,
Mad Mike,
Thompson Twins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Porter Ricks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Cale,
Robert Görl,
Lightning Bolt,
8 Eyed Spy,
Leonard Cohen,
48th St. Collective,
Q and Not U,
Accadde A,
Juan Atkins,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.