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 Ireland and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Saints to the disco 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
The Gladiators,
Gang Starr,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ultra Naté,
Patti Smith,
China Crisis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Judy Mowatt,
Joe Smooth,
Second Layer,
Slave,
Echospace,
Minor Threat,
The Busters,
Idris Muhammad,
Wire,
Tom Boy,
Fatback Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Absolute Body Control,
Can,
Radio Birdman,
ABBA,
Nation of Ulysses,
Japan,
The Modern Lovers,
The Associates,
Davy DMX,
Pulsallama,
Ronan,
Stetsasonic,
Boz Scaggs,
Bluetip,
Icehouse,
The American Breed,
Joy Division,
This Heat,
Reuben Wilson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Velvet Underground,
Dennis Brown,
La Düsseldorf,
The Residents,
Das Ding,
The Martian,
Lungfish,
Rod Modell,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Moleskins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobby Sherman,
Wolf Eyes,
Lakeside,
Jacob Miller,
Lou Christie,
Graham Central Station,
Janne Schatter,
Technova,
Tomorrow,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.