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 Azerbaijan and from Seoul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Black Moon to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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,
The Doobie Brothers,
T.S.O.L.,
K-Klass,
Pierre Henry,
Flipper,
John Holt,
Dawn Penn,
Khruangbin,
Loose Ends,
Surgeon,
Max Romeo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
June Days,
Lucky Dragons,
The Motions,
Yaz,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Real Kids,
Marcia Griffiths,
Section 25,
Scan 7,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Arthur Verocai,
Aloha Tigers,
Fear,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Mojo Men,
Bill Wells,
Neu!,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Malaria!,
Make Up,
Moebius,
Mary Jane Girls,
Procol Harum,
Quantec,
Livin' Joy,
Audionom,
Mad Mike,
Delta 5,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
This Heat,
Barbara Tucker,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wasted Youth,
Minor Threat,
The Walker Brothers,
Oneida,
Unrelated Segments,
H. Thieme,
Deadbeat,
Bush Tetras,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lungfish,
Lalann,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Radiohead,
Camberwell Now,
F. McDonald,
Hasil Adkins,
Anakelly,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.