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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gap Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
The Pretty Things,
Kayak,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fugazi,
Popol Vuh,
Scrapy,
Terry Callier,
The Mojo Men,
Soul II Soul,
Darondo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Skaos,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
OOIOO,
The Smoke,
Nirvana,
Nils Olav,
Ice-T,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Panda Bear,
Intrusion,
The J.B.'s,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wire,
Scion,
The Residents,
Ossler,
Mr. Review,
Faust,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crooked Eye,
Maurizio,
John Lydon,
Joy Division,
Bronski Beat,
Fela Kuti,
Barbara Tucker,
Moby Grape,
Banda Bassotti,
Donny Hathaway,
Kerrie Biddell,
Juan Atkins,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobby Womack,
Flipper,
EPMD,
Deepchord,
The Moleskins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soft Machine,
Section 25,
The Raincoats,
Frankie Knuckles,
Saccharine Trust,
Rufus Thomas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Motions,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.