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 Dominican Republic and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Robert Palmer 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 Flipper to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pagans,
Average White Band,
Rapeman,
Eric Dolphy,
Skaos,
Urselle,
Lou Christie,
Blancmange,
The Toasters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joe Finger,
June Days,
The Fuzztones,
Whodini,
Cluster,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ornette Coleman,
Mission of Burma,
Mark Hollis,
the Bar-Kays,
MC5,
Panda Bear,
Mars,
Chris Corsano,
CMW,
Pantytec,
Harmonia,
Boredoms,
Eric Copeland,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cal Tjader,
cv313,
Dead Boys,
Sex Pistols,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
DJ Style,
Lower 48,
The Trojans,
AZ,
KRS-One,
The Beau Brummels,
Khruangbin,
Isaac Hayes,
Albert Ayler,
Brass Construction,
Jandek,
Oneida,
the Fania All-Stars,
Darondo,
Icehouse,
ABC,
Al Stewart,
X-102,
Boz Scaggs,
Mad Mike,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Brick,
Sonny Sharrock,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.