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 Monaco and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Techniques 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ludus,
Thee Headcoats,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fatback Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Reuben Wilson,
Excepter,
Skaos,
Metal Thangz,
Circle Jerks,
Vladislav Delay,
Negative Approach,
Eve St. Jones,
Gang Gang Dance,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Clear Light,
Wally Richardson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tres Demented,
Lalann,
Patti Smith,
The Pretty Things,
Joensuu 1685,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobby Byrd,
Cecil Taylor,
Fluxion,
The Fall,
Marine Girls,
Japan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Howard Jones,
The Blues Magoos,
Althea and Donna,
Isaac Hayes,
Neu!,
Wasted Youth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Make Up,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scratch Acid,
Harry Pussy,
Gabor Szabo,
R.M.O.,
Amon Düül,
Prince Buster,
Sister Nancy,
Josef K,
LL Cool J,
The American Breed,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Skatalites,
Fugazi,
Sonny Sharrock,
Young Marble Giants,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.