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 Macedonia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet 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 Absolute Body Control to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves 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 a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Infiniti,
KRS-One,
Organ,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soulsonic Force,
Funky Four + One,
The Fire Engines,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ornette Coleman,
Sparks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Public Enemy,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Flag,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Toasters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Electric Prunes,
June Days,
Section 25,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Todd Rundgren,
Danielle Patucci,
Ronan,
Funkadelic,
Can,
The Walker Brothers,
Kaleidoscope,
Theoretical Girls,
The Gories,
Nick Fraelich,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Harmonia,
AZ,
Kerri Chandler,
Ultra Naté,
L. Decosne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Amazonics,
FM Einheit,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tomorrow,
Nirvana,
The Motions,
The Music Machine,
Traffic Nightmare,
Aural Exciters,
Brass Construction,
Anakelly,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pere Ubu,
Clear Light,
Cabaret Voltaire,
JFA,
H. Thieme,
The Monochrome Set,
Boredoms,
The J.B.'s,
Sight & Sound,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.