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 Chile and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Robert Hood to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Pulsallama,
Shoche,
The Vogues,
The Mojo Men,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fall,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Pus,
Radiohead,
Drive Like Jehu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Minor Threat,
Prince Buster,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Human League,
Sugar Minott,
Gichy Dan,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Golliwogs,
Country Teasers,
Donald Byrd,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ornette Coleman,
Popol Vuh,
Schoolly D,
Aural Exciters,
Ice-T,
Fear,
The American Breed,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Livin' Joy,
Laurel Aitken,
New York Dolls,
K-Klass,
Little Man,
the Human League,
Jerry's Kids,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Heaven 17,
Das Ding,
Mantronix,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joyce Sims,
Bluetip,
The Buckinghams,
Subhumans,
Bob Dylan,
Oneida,
Eurythmics,
The Associates,
The Kinks,
Leonard Cohen,
Neu!,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Index,
Crispy Ambulance,
Electric Prunes,
Anthony Braxton,
Yellowson,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.