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 New Zealand and from Woodstock.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Sonic Youth to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Ronan,
The Gap Band,
Soul II Soul,
The Electric Prunes,
Dual Sessions,
The Shadows of Knight,
Duran Duran,
This Heat,
Jerry's Kids,
John Coltrane,
Todd Terry,
Silicon Teens,
Rekid,
Angry Samoans,
Carl Craig,
Sugar Minott,
Judy Mowatt,
Tropical Tobacco,
Leonard Cohen,
Metal Thangz,
MDC,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Basic Channel,
Newcleus,
Sarah Menescal,
kango's stein massive,
Severed Heads,
Deakin,
a-ha,
The Birthday Party,
Derrick May,
The Slackers,
DJ Style,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Parry Music,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Loose Ends,
Stetsasonic,
Von Mondo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Saccharine Trust,
Audionom,
Desert Stars,
Funkadelic,
Ituana,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bang On A Can,
Skaos,
Television,
Bobby Womack,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sun City Girls,
The Moody Blues,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Flash Fearless,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rotary Connection,
Pulsallama,
One Last Wish,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.