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 Antigua and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Monks 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb 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 clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Five Americans,
Royal Trux,
Fad Gadget,
Erykah Badu,
CMW,
Aswad,
Matthew Bourne,
Joe Smooth,
Carl Craig,
The Real Kids,
Echospace,
Hardrive,
The Martian,
Niagra,
kango's stein massive,
Idris Muhammad,
Supertramp,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sonic Youth,
Lungfish,
Trumans Water,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tres Demented,
Basic Channel,
Black Pus,
Kerri Chandler,
Yusef Lateef,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Theoretical Girls,
Sugar Minott,
Moby Grape,
Joy Division,
Second Layer,
Minor Threat,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
H. Thieme,
Boredoms,
Spandau Ballet,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang of Four,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Peter and Kerry,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ten City,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fela Kuti,
Swell Maps,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Albert Ayler,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roxette,
Spoonie Gee,
The Zeros,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wasted Youth,
Bauhaus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Matthew Halsall,
Eurythmics,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.