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 Korea North and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Intrusion to the funk 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Wire,
Cecil Taylor,
Wally Richardson,
The Kinks,
Pagans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Swans,
Howard Jones,
Gang Gang Dance,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Grey Daturas,
T.S.O.L.,
Metal Thangz,
FM Einheit,
The Techniques,
Eli Mardock,
Charles Mingus,
The Names,
John Cale,
Sixth Finger,
Nas,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Durutti Column,
The Martian,
Lightning Bolt,
Sonny Sharrock,
OOIOO,
The Alarm Clocks,
Little Man,
Johnny Clarke,
Lungfish,
the Normal,
Lou Reed,
Mandrill,
Archie Shepp,
Negative Approach,
Rod Modell,
Oneida,
Icehouse,
The Modern Lovers,
Niagra,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scrapy,
Chris Corsano,
Tomorrow,
Piero Umiliani,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Gap Band,
Stetsasonic,
T. Rex,
Outsiders,
Sunsets and Hearts,
B.T. Express,
Jimmy McGriff,
ABC,
EPMD,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.