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 Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 Cecil Taylor to the grunge 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba 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 guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Faraquet,
The Fire Engines,
Ultra Naté,
Crime,
Black Moon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Flamin' Groovies,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Prince Buster,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nik Kershaw,
The Alarm Clocks,
Loose Ends,
Desert Stars,
The American Breed,
Audionom,
Cameo,
Al Stewart,
Chrome,
Slick Rick,
DJ Style,
L. Decosne,
The Slackers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Index,
Neil Young,
The Index,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pussy Galore,
The Dirtbombs,
Isaac Hayes,
Mandrill,
Bobby Sherman,
Minutemen,
The Remains,
Idris Muhammad,
E-Dancer,
Trumans Water,
Gabor Szabo,
Ohio Players,
Nico,
the Sonics,
D'Angelo,
Rosa Yemen,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hardrive,
Hashim,
X-102,
Joyce Sims,
Sarah Menescal,
The Angels of Light,
Janne Schatter,
The Music Machine,
Liliput,
Roxette,
The Durutti Column,
Agent Orange,
Mo-Dettes,
The Gladiators,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kurtis Blow,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.