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 Ghana and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Cecil Taylor to the jazz 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro 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 organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pere Ubu,
The Blackbyrds,
Jeff Lynne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Shuggie Otis,
Pantaleimon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Matthew Halsall,
Tubeway Army,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Sonics,
Gastr Del Sol,
Peter and Kerry,
Eurythmics,
June of 44,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pussy Galore,
Country Teasers,
Fat Boys,
New York Dolls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Suicide,
Erykah Badu,
Joy Division,
Gang Starr,
Cybotron,
Andrew Hill,
Y Pants,
Grauzone,
Liliput,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Saints,
Bobby Womack,
Gang Green,
The Techniques,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jeff Mills,
Organ,
Sound Behaviour,
The Invisible,
Depeche Mode,
The Litter,
Flipper,
Sonny Sharrock,
Maleditus Sound,
The Mojo Men,
Bob Dylan,
Ten City,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nirvana,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
CMW,
Cal Tjader,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cecil Taylor,
The Slackers,
Rotary Connection,
The Velvet Underground,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.