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 Benin and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Electric Prunes to the disco 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Radiopuhelimet,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Piero Umiliani,
Blossom Toes,
Underground Resistance,
The Divine Comedy,
Hasil Adkins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lightning Bolt,
X-102,
Delon & Dalcan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crispy Ambulance,
Unwound,
China Crisis,
Wasted Youth,
Ludus,
Connie Case,
Jeff Mills,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Crispian St. Peters,
H. Thieme,
Colin Newman,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dennis Brown,
Joey Negro,
Newcleus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wire,
Marmalade,
The Trojans,
Patti Smith,
Scott Walker,
Mr. Review,
Prince Buster,
Todd Terry,
Average White Band,
Minor Threat,
Desert Stars,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Walker Brothers,
Bootsy Collins,
Make Up,
Chrome,
Rakim,
Pagans,
Loose Ends,
The Birthday Party,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fuzztones,
JFA,
Main Source,
Neu!,
The Gun Club,
Can,
Stetsasonic,
Sun Ra,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.