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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Black Moon to the grime 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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Youth Brigade,
Suicide,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Blancmange,
cv313,
Aaron Thompson,
X-102,
New York Dolls,
The Associates,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
T. Rex,
Thompson Twins,
Tom Boy,
Charles Mingus,
David Bowie,
Aural Exciters,
Wings,
Scan 7,
Letta Mbulu,
Joey Negro,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Flag,
The Last Poets,
Pierre Henry,
The Detroit Cobras,
Smog,
The Doobie Brothers,
Warren Ellis,
Sight & Sound,
Al Stewart,
The Dead C,
F. McDonald,
Lakeside,
AZ,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Quadrant,
Roxette,
OOIOO,
Metal Thangz,
Intrusion,
Symarip,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Pus,
Procol Harum,
Can,
Don Cherry,
Bootsy Collins,
PIL,
Eden Ahbez,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Brand Nubian,
Rhythm & Sound,
Girls At Our Best!,
Swans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Maleditus Sound,
Little Man,
The United States of America,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.