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 Suriname and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Lightning Bolt to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat 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 an arpeggiator and a snare 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 oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
John Coltrane,
Graham Central Station,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lebanon Hanover,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dual Sessions,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joe Finger,
Dawn Penn,
David Axelrod,
The Pretty Things,
Traffic Nightmare,
Japan,
Glenn Branca,
Simply Red,
Gang Green,
Anthony Braxton,
T. Rex,
The Sound,
Blake Baxter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bauhaus,
Goldenarms,
New York Dolls,
Ken Boothe,
The Fuzztones,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Gories,
Outsiders,
Junior Murvin,
Oblivians,
Ohio Players,
Neil Young,
Fat Boys,
The Electric Prunes,
Cecil Taylor,
The Offenders,
Hardrive,
Stockholm Monsters,
Con Funk Shun,
Livin' Joy,
The Evens,
Godley & Creme,
Robert Hood,
Crispy Ambulance,
Davy DMX,
Vladislav Delay,
Bush Tetras,
T.S.O.L.,
The American Breed,
Yusef Lateef,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Sheep,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Deakin,
The Music Machine,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pierre Henry,
Minnie Riperton,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.