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 Dominica and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin 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 Crime to the crunk 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Josef K,
Agitation Free,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Monks,
Organ,
Sixth Finger,
The Selecter,
The Black Dice,
The Evens,
Mantronix,
Alison Limerick,
Minny Pops,
The Litter,
Saccharine Trust,
Amazonics,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Sound,
Byron Stingily,
Absolute Body Control,
the Germs,
The Last Poets,
MC5,
Thee Headcoats,
Cal Tjader,
Alice Coltrane,
The Invisible,
The Blackbyrds,
Ronnie Foster,
Idris Muhammad,
Pole,
Lower 48,
Pere Ubu,
Black Moon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
H. Thieme,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ultimate Spinach,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Grandmaster Flash,
The United States of America,
China Crisis,
David McCallum,
The Angels of Light,
Skriet,
Technova,
The Gories,
Archie Shepp,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Royal Trux,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kaleidoscope,
Kas Product,
Index,
June of 44,
Goldenarms,
Inner City,
Ludus,
Boz Scaggs,
Eric Dolphy,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.