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 France and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Woodstock and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Maleditus Sound to the rock 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
The Velvet Underground,
The Victims,
Can,
The Skatalites,
K-Klass,
E-Dancer,
Rekid,
Sun Ra,
Heaven 17,
Marshall Jefferson,
Andrew Hill,
Quantec,
Marine Girls,
Kaleidoscope,
Glenn Branca,
Nick Fraelich,
Toni Rubio,
Eden Ahbez,
Little Man,
R.M.O.,
Brand Nubian,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Radio Birdman,
Shuggie Otis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Animal Collective,
The Seeds,
The Offenders,
Eric B and Rakim,
Blossom Toes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Carl Craig,
Soulsonic Force,
Jeff Mills,
Clear Light,
Essential Logic,
Cybotron,
Byron Stingily,
Motorama,
Brick,
DJ Sneak,
Pylon,
Q65,
the Fania All-Stars,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Duran Duran,
Nik Kershaw,
Cymande,
Ludus,
Stiv Bators,
F. McDonald,
The Dave Clark Five,
Chrome,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Germs,
Mr. Review,
Skriet,
Young Marble Giants,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.