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 Australia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Terry Callier to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lower 48,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soft Cell,
Kaleidoscope,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
8 Eyed Spy,
Spandau Ballet,
Morten Harket,
John Holt,
Adolescents,
Bronski Beat,
Iggy Pop,
Marvin Gaye,
The Sound,
Smog,
The Moody Blues,
Tropical Tobacco,
MC5,
Animal Collective,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pagans,
Kayak,
Neu!,
Y Pants,
Jeff Lynne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Thompson Twins,
Susan Cadogan,
Quando Quango,
OOIOO,
The American Breed,
Gang of Four,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Heaven 17,
Kool Moe Dee,
Outsiders,
Roxy Music,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Young Rascals,
June of 44,
The Cowsills,
Joy Division,
Suicide,
The Victims,
Tears for Fears,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rites of Spring,
Tubeway Army,
Young Marble Giants,
Skarface,
Niagra,
EPMD,
the Bar-Kays,
Fugazi,
Ten City,
Gichy Dan,
Minor Threat,
David Axelrod,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.