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 Comoros and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Roxy Music to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin 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?
Big Daddy Kane,
Urselle,
Matthew Halsall,
The Doors,
Dawn Penn,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Patti Smith,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Henry Cow,
U.S. Maple,
Minutemen,
Gabor Szabo,
Slick Rick,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mandrill,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Man Parrish,
Gil Scott Heron,
Excepter,
Johnny Clarke,
the Association,
MC5,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eve St. Jones,
Barry Ungar,
Pet Shop Boys,
Index,
David McCallum,
Toni Rubio,
The Gories,
Shuggie Otis,
Joyce Sims,
EPMD,
Flash Fearless,
Severed Heads,
Goldenarms,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Durutti Column,
Anakelly,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tears for Fears,
Popol Vuh,
Erasure,
Circle Jerks,
Delta 5,
Piero Umiliani,
Marvin Gaye,
Derrick May,
Albert Ayler,
Liliput,
Lightning Bolt,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soul II Soul,
Ituana,
Brothers Johnson,
Sun Ra,
Oneida,
Radio Birdman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.