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 Mali and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Grass Roots to the crunk 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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a güiro 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 snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Blackbyrds,
Tres Demented,
Bad Manners,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Pretty Things,
Johnny Clarke,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Curtis Mayfield,
Quadrant,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tomorrow,
Television Personalities,
The Walker Brothers,
Arcadia,
The Techniques,
Nick Fraelich,
R.M.O.,
Half Japanese,
Black Flag,
Yusef Lateef,
LL Cool J,
Scion,
Technova,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
DJ Sneak,
Pagans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Inner City,
The United States of America,
Bauhaus,
John Coltrane,
Echospace,
New York Dolls,
Siglo XX,
Bill Wells,
Youth Brigade,
Skriet,
Monolake,
Model 500,
Funky Four + One,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Alice Coltrane,
Bizarre Inc.,
Glenn Branca,
Audionom,
Moss Icon,
Sarah Menescal,
Intrusion,
The Beau Brummels,
Freddie Wadling,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Au Pairs,
Altered Images,
Masters at Work,
The Happenings,
the Normal,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.