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 Nigeria and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum 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 Byron Stingily to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
B.T. Express,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Goldenarms,
Cameo,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Reuben Wilson,
MC5,
Eli Mardock,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dorothy Ashby,
Johnny Clarke,
Todd Rundgren,
Fugazi,
The Five Americans,
Sun Ra,
Agent Orange,
Prince Buster,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scrapy,
The Buckinghams,
Black Sheep,
Archie Shepp,
Outsiders,
Max Romeo,
Circle Jerks,
Eric Copeland,
Rotary Connection,
Cal Tjader,
The Golliwogs,
New Order,
Gang of Four,
Jacob Miller,
The Wake,
Stetsasonic,
The Tremeloes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobby Sherman,
The Flesh Eaters,
Khruangbin,
The Victims,
Pantaleimon,
Bang On A Can,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
X-102,
Massinfluence,
Ronnie Foster,
Make Up,
Ice-T,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Normal,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.