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 Brazil and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Donald Fagen 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 Arcadia to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes 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 linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
AZ,
The Moody Blues,
X-102,
Ronnie Foster,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marmalade,
Talk Talk,
Sandy B,
Joy Division,
Roy Ayers,
Deadbeat,
EPMD,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mission of Burma,
New York Dolls,
Susan Cadogan,
The Blues Magoos,
Archie Shepp,
Barbara Tucker,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Brothers Johnson,
Sixth Finger,
Grauzone,
Crispian St. Peters,
Faraquet,
Radiohead,
Oneida,
Wasted Youth,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Index,
Bronski Beat,
Yellowson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Laurel Aitken,
Faust,
Drive Like Jehu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Saccharine Trust,
Deepchord,
The New Christs,
Amazonics,
Sugar Minott,
Q and Not U,
Nils Olav,
Bobbi Humphrey,
FM Einheit,
Pierre Henry,
DJ Style,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Stooges,
Lee Hazlewood,
Chris Corsano,
Bobby Womack,
Altered Images,
Tubeway Army,
Index,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.