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 Taipei.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
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 The Cosmic Jokers to the techno 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Black Pus,
The Gladiators,
Brass Construction,
The Real Kids,
Accadde A,
Donald Byrd,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Foxx,
The Moody Blues,
Metal Thangz,
Kaleidoscope,
Yusef Lateef,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sight & Sound,
Dead Boys,
The Toasters,
Altered Images,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Evens,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Warren Ellis,
Talk Talk,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Red Krayola,
Skriet,
Hot Snakes,
Gabor Szabo,
Charles Mingus,
China Crisis,
Jerry's Kids,
Lakeside,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tommy Roe,
Excepter,
Urselle,
Glambeats Corp.,
In Retrospect,
Idris Muhammad,
Khruangbin,
Neil Young,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gang Starr,
Joe Smooth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Zeros,
La Düsseldorf,
Mandrill,
Supertramp,
Slave,
Ronan,
Interpol,
Rod Modell,
Steve Hackett,
K-Klass,
Glenn Branca,
Animal Collective,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scratch Acid,
Popol Vuh,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.