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 Korea North and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 chamberlin 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 Franke to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Q65,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Faraquet,
L. Decosne,
Peter & Gordon,
Siglo XX,
Eddi Front,
DJ Style,
Jerry's Kids,
the Slits,
Rakim,
The Names,
James White and The Blacks,
Eden Ahbez,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ken Boothe,
The Gories,
Severed Heads,
Scan 7,
Roxette,
Saccharine Trust,
Janne Schatter,
The Gladiators,
The Fugs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Radio Birdman,
Symarip,
Ohio Players,
Animal Collective,
Duran Duran,
Rapeman,
Arab on Radar,
Index,
Man Parrish,
Can,
Blancmange,
Black Bananas,
Essential Logic,
Popol Vuh,
Skarface,
Terrestrial Tones,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Real Kids,
Intrusion,
Stiv Bators,
Spandau Ballet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Zero Boys,
Newcleus,
Outsiders,
Japan,
The Wake,
The Zeros,
EPMD,
Little Man,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Althea and Donna,
K-Klass,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.