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 Kyrgyzstan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Todd Rundgren to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Mojo Men,
The Misunderstood,
The Skatalites,
James White and The Blacks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Guru Guru,
The Litter,
The Golliwogs,
Sparks,
Bronski Beat,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
David Axelrod,
Babytalk,
The Fugs,
Robert Hood,
The Leaves,
Maleditus Sound,
The Victims,
Sex Pistols,
Boz Scaggs,
Sister Nancy,
The United States of America,
Das Ding,
Whodini,
Warren Ellis,
Nation of Ulysses,
Qualms,
Inner City,
The American Breed,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Radio Birdman,
Tim Buckley,
Nick Fraelich,
Brick,
Wasted Youth,
Negative Approach,
Alice Coltrane,
Grey Daturas,
Swans,
Boredoms,
David Bowie,
Wolf Eyes,
Schoolly D,
Scion,
Cymande,
Black Bananas,
Yazoo,
Deakin,
Gang Green,
B.T. Express,
Half Japanese,
The Real Kids,
Laurel Aitken,
Brand Nubian,
Desert Stars,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.