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 Switzerland and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Nils Olav to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a rhodes 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 harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
D'Angelo,
Reagan Youth,
Half Japanese,
Animal Collective,
Symarip,
Oblivians,
The Durutti Column,
The J.B.'s,
The Residents,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cecil Taylor,
Joyce Sims,
Dawn Penn,
X-101,
Rufus Thomas,
The Slits,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scrapy,
Nirvana,
Prince Buster,
Youth Brigade,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Groovy Waters,
The Moody Blues,
The United States of America,
New Age Steppers,
The Red Krayola,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Carl Craig,
The Kinks,
Parry Music,
Electric Prunes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Main Source,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Divine Comedy,
Cybotron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Audionom,
Liliput,
Sonic Youth,
Donald Byrd,
Yellowson,
Sandy B,
CMW,
Gang Starr,
Isaac Hayes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lou Christie,
The Names,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Warsaw,
Von Mondo,
The Fall,
Skaos,
The Count Five,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Man Parrish,
The Standells,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.