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 South and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the grime 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Aloha Tigers,
cv313,
Josef K,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fire Engines,
Lee Hazlewood,
Barbara Tucker,
Nick Fraelich,
Brothers Johnson,
Carl Craig,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pussy Galore,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tropical Tobacco,
La Düsseldorf,
Jacques Brel,
Grey Daturas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Icehouse,
Clear Light,
Eric Copeland,
Ultra Naté,
Derrick May,
Yazoo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lucky Dragons,
Idris Muhammad,
Laurel Aitken,
Vainqueur,
D'Angelo,
Franke,
Q65,
Second Layer,
The Martian,
Khruangbin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Stetsasonic,
AZ,
Pantytec,
Danielle Patucci,
Organ,
The Durutti Column,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bobby Sherman,
Radio Birdman,
Marmalade,
The Trojans,
Iggy Pop,
Colin Newman,
Spandau Ballet,
PIL,
Ossler,
Groovy Waters,
The Divine Comedy,
Newcleus,
Magazine,
Sex Pistols,
48th St. Collective,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.