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 Luxembourg and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the 808 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 The Gladiators to the dance 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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ 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 synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Schoolly D,
John Coltrane,
Symarip,
the Association,
Intrusion,
Tears for Fears,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Quando Quango,
Howard Jones,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
cv313,
Patti Smith,
Wasted Youth,
Funkadelic,
Stockholm Monsters,
R.M.O.,
The Blues Magoos,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Five Americans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Alarm Clocks,
Godley & Creme,
Marvin Gaye,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Juan Atkins,
Andrew Hill,
the Bar-Kays,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soulsonic Force,
Anakelly,
Amazonics,
Mr. Review,
Blossom Toes,
Ultra Naté,
New Order,
Avey Tare,
Matthew Halsall,
Pierre Henry,
Groovy Waters,
Black Sheep,
The Real Kids,
The Young Rascals,
Yellowson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gil Scott Heron,
The United States of America,
Rosa Yemen,
In Retrospect,
Scrapy,
ABC,
Siglo XX,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Easy Going,
Erasure,
Fad Gadget,
Pussy Galore,
Davy DMX,
Arcadia,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.