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 Uganda and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pussy Galore to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Gang of Four,
New York Dolls,
Moss Icon,
Swell Maps,
The Golliwogs,
Porter Ricks,
Monolake,
Bluetip,
Magma,
Sparks,
Pagans,
Jandek,
Boz Scaggs,
Fat Boys,
Jerry's Kids,
Scrapy,
The Blues Magoos,
JFA,
Oneida,
The Victims,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Infiniti,
Jeru the Damaja,
Camberwell Now,
Wasted Youth,
Easy Going,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pulsallama,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Flag,
The Black Dice,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
FM Einheit,
DJ Style,
Toni Rubio,
The Fugs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mad Mike,
Nico,
Urselle,
48th St. Collective,
Guru Guru,
Minnie Riperton,
Skarface,
The Real Kids,
Dual Sessions,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wire,
Peter & Gordon,
Arcadia,
The Kinks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ultra Naté,
Joyce Sims,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Brick,
Gabor Szabo,
Sandy B,
Sister Nancy,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.