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 Laos and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 K-Klass to the grunge 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Flag,
The New Christs,
Soul II Soul,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
EPMD,
Lou Christie,
Sonic Youth,
Oblivians,
Roxy Music,
Moss Icon,
Aaron Thompson,
Unwound,
CMW,
Matthew Bourne,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nas,
Delta 5,
Sixth Finger,
Agitation Free,
Funky Four + One,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fall,
Fluxion,
Peter & Gordon,
Spandau Ballet,
Saccharine Trust,
Intrusion,
New Age Steppers,
F. McDonald,
Pussy Galore,
Little Man,
Sun City Girls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soulsonic Force,
Das Ding,
The Music Machine,
The Gories,
Glenn Branca,
David McCallum,
Minor Threat,
Don Cherry,
Suburban Knight,
Flipper,
Kerri Chandler,
Alice Coltrane,
Television Personalities,
Dave Gahan,
Cymande,
PIL,
The J.B.'s,
AZ,
Sugar Minott,
Ultravox,
Blake Baxter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joensuu 1685,
Zapp,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Khruangbin,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.