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 Maldives and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Bluetip to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Carl Craig,
Infiniti,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cecil Taylor,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rapeman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Franke,
Swell Maps,
Roger Hodgson,
The Sound,
Lindisfarne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lakeside,
Ken Boothe,
Minnie Riperton,
PIL,
Camouflage,
Dark Day,
Surgeon,
Sound Behaviour,
The Flesh Eaters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Camberwell Now,
The Gladiators,
The Zeros,
The Mummies,
Janne Schatter,
David McCallum,
Bill Near,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Can,
Agitation Free,
Whodini,
Reagan Youth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sexual Harrassment,
Radio Birdman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Techniques,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Delta 5,
Big Daddy Kane,
Davy DMX,
Royal Trux,
KRS-One,
Eric Dolphy,
June Days,
Monolake,
Dual Sessions,
Avey Tare,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Mojo Men,
Bobby Byrd,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lower 48,
Grandmaster Flash,
Colin Newman,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.