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 Uruguay and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Move to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Fatback Band,
Lungfish,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Sparks,
Bluetip,
Brand Nubian,
Robert Görl,
Amazonics,
Young Marble Giants,
Aural Exciters,
The Busters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ossler,
Kayak,
The Searchers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Tremeloes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ornette Coleman,
Kerri Chandler,
Public Enemy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Angels of Light,
Curtis Mayfield,
Los Fastidios,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Star Department,
Inner City,
The Mojo Men,
Bush Tetras,
Suicide,
Joy Division,
New Age Steppers,
Basic Channel,
Ponytail,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Yaz,
Half Japanese,
Black Sheep,
the Normal,
Erasure,
Ten City,
The Doors,
Royal Trux,
Boz Scaggs,
Eddi Front,
Reuben Wilson,
Fugazi,
Audionom,
Janne Schatter,
The Barracudas,
Patti Smith,
Trumans Water,
Hasil Adkins,
The Velvet Underground,
Electric Prunes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.