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 Congo and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 a-ha to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
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 Human League,
Subhumans,
Los Fastidios,
Liliput,
The Moody Blues,
Connie Case,
John Coltrane,
The Doobie Brothers,
Urselle,
Theoretical Girls,
Harry Pussy,
Heaven 17,
The Names,
The Smoke,
Average White Band,
Jacob Miller,
Cal Tjader,
Young Marble Giants,
Swans,
The Pretty Things,
Monks,
Piero Umiliani,
Henry Cow,
Jacques Brel,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jandek,
Derrick Morgan,
Cameo,
Funkadelic,
kango's stein massive,
The Litter,
Public Image Ltd.,
Thompson Twins,
Basic Channel,
Metal Thangz,
Minnie Riperton,
Circle Jerks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Niagra,
Barrington Levy,
X-Ray Spex,
Massinfluence,
The American Breed,
Alice Coltrane,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cymande,
Unrelated Segments,
Josef K,
Joey Negro,
Essential Logic,
Ken Boothe,
Glenn Branca,
Rosa Yemen,
Jesper Dahlback,
ABC,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ronan,
Stiv Bators,
Bluetip,
Leonard Cohen,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.