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 Singapore and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Marcia Griffiths to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron 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 marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
The Mummies,
The Skatalites,
Black Flag,
Au Pairs,
Aaron Thompson,
Liliput,
The Birthday Party,
Ohio Players,
The Selecter,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Livin' Joy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eurythmics,
The Last Poets,
The Smoke,
Matthew Bourne,
Bluetip,
Basic Channel,
Monks,
Nirvana,
Sam Rivers,
Mark Hollis,
Lou Christie,
Bronski Beat,
Todd Terry,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sun City Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pere Ubu,
The Associates,
The Pop Group,
Peter & Gordon,
Sparks,
T. Rex,
Derrick May,
X-101,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Star Department,
OOIOO,
Unwound,
John Holt,
Arthur Verocai,
Yusef Lateef,
Maleditus Sound,
Surgeon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
New Age Steppers,
Godley & Creme,
Interpol,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gichy Dan,
Roy Ayers,
Thee Headcoats,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ronan,
Quadrant,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.