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 Venezuela and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 JFA to the disco 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
June Days,
Siglo XX,
Babytalk,
Pierre Henry,
Hashim,
The Doors,
Gichy Dan,
the Slits,
Eve St. Jones,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Star Department,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roxy Music,
Harry Pussy,
Gang Starr,
Scion,
Anthony Braxton,
Ultimate Spinach,
X-101,
Eden Ahbez,
Marmalade,
Circle Jerks,
Davy DMX,
The Saints,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Flesh Eaters,
World's Most,
Sam Rivers,
Freddie Wadling,
Average White Band,
Bronski Beat,
The Misunderstood,
Terrestrial Tones,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Sonics,
Delta 5,
Skarface,
Mantronix,
Audionom,
Flash Fearless,
Country Teasers,
K-Klass,
This Heat,
The Count Five,
Pagans,
Lalann,
The Blackbyrds,
The Smoke,
Bad Manners,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Big Daddy Kane,
Porter Ricks,
Rufus Thomas,
John Holt,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Robert Hood,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Modern Lovers,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.