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 Sudan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Yaz to the rap 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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Smog,
Can,
cv313,
The Electric Prunes,
LL Cool J,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Brothers Johnson,
Stetsasonic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Doobie Brothers,
CMW,
The Gories,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wire,
Brand Nubian,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roy Ayers,
Blake Baxter,
Eden Ahbez,
Cameo,
Underground Resistance,
Second Layer,
MDC,
Joe Finger,
Absolute Body Control,
John Lydon,
The Residents,
Gabor Szabo,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Moss Icon,
The Invisible,
Inner City,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Dead C,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Chrome,
The Count Five,
The Stooges,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Divine Comedy,
Amazonics,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lower 48,
Warren Ellis,
8 Eyed Spy,
La Düsseldorf,
Hardrive,
The Buckinghams,
Royal Trux,
Kaleidoscope,
Morten Harket,
Procol Harum,
Roger Hodgson,
Juan Atkins,
Rapeman,
Technova,
The Modern Lovers,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.