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 Vietnam and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Lee Hazlewood to the rock 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar 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 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Junior Murvin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cymande,
The Stooges,
Graham Central Station,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Techniques,
Matthew Halsall,
Mary Jane Girls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Trojans,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Real Kids,
Gang Gang Dance,
Throbbing Gristle,
Peter and Kerry,
Flamin' Groovies,
Boredoms,
Juan Atkins,
Bobby Womack,
Hashim,
Mr. Review,
Dorothy Ashby,
Blake Baxter,
Duran Duran,
Kevin Saunderson,
Clear Light,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pylon,
Kaleidoscope,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Zeros,
Surgeon,
Scion,
Jeff Lynne,
Eric Copeland,
Little Man,
The United States of America,
The New Christs,
Bobby Byrd,
Qualms,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Boogie Down Productions,
T.S.O.L.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Last Poets,
B.T. Express,
Ornette Coleman,
Pulsallama,
Guru Guru,
Bad Manners,
Blancmange,
Slave,
Sixth Finger,
Suburban Knight,
Sandy B,
Ohio Players,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.