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 Indonesia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Warsaw to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Black Flag,
The Beau Brummels,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fela Kuti,
Isaac Hayes,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Walker Brothers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lou Christie,
Vainqueur,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Bar-Kays,
48th St. Collective,
June of 44,
OOIOO,
Yellowson,
Joey Negro,
The Moleskins,
Porter Ricks,
Crime,
Eden Ahbez,
The Gun Club,
Pere Ubu,
The Dave Clark Five,
Interpol,
Pagans,
The Barracudas,
Curtis Mayfield,
Animal Collective,
LL Cool J,
Slick Rick,
Lightning Bolt,
Gabor Szabo,
Deepchord,
Country Teasers,
Hardrive,
The Associates,
the Normal,
Graham Central Station,
Cecil Taylor,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Heaven 17,
Franke,
Cybotron,
Stockholm Monsters,
One Last Wish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Smog,
Mantronix,
Wings,
Thee Headcoats,
Charles Mingus,
Scrapy,
Pulsallama,
Ken Boothe,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fugs,
Janne Schatter,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.