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 Kuwait and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Animal Collective to the jazz 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive 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 '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 chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Royal Trux,
Skaos,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tim Buckley,
Depeche Mode,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
David Axelrod,
Jerry's Kids,
Kayak,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Chris Corsano,
New Order,
Alphaville,
Brothers Johnson,
The Golliwogs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ornette Coleman,
Das Ding,
The Skatalites,
The Slits,
Hasil Adkins,
The Pop Group,
Fat Boys,
Sällskapet,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Happenings,
Lungfish,
EPMD,
Skarface,
DJ Style,
Ice-T,
Blossom Toes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sugar Minott,
Rites of Spring,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crispy Ambulance,
LL Cool J,
Soft Cell,
The Moleskins,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Real Kids,
The Young Rascals,
The Names,
Pantaleimon,
Ken Boothe,
The Victims,
The United States of America,
T. Rex,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Danielle Patucci,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Sheep,
Traffic Nightmare,
Trumans Water,
Bob Dylan,
The Gladiators,
Little Man,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.