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 Slovenia and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 Unwound to the grime 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator 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 mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Essential Logic,
Gabor Szabo,
Albert Ayler,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
These Immortal Souls,
B.T. Express,
Motorama,
Shoche,
Al Stewart,
kango's stein massive,
Rakim,
Juan Atkins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Arab on Radar,
Ultimate Spinach,
James White and The Blacks,
Quadrant,
Heaven 17,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Negative Approach,
Minutemen,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lou Christie,
Kenny Larkin,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Cure,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
New Age Steppers,
Joensuu 1685,
Nation of Ulysses,
Matthew Halsall,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bang On A Can,
Dead Boys,
Marcia Griffiths,
Johnny Clarke,
Sight & Sound,
The Blues Magoos,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lucky Dragons,
The Remains,
Patti Smith,
Warsaw,
Roxette,
Bill Near,
DJ Style,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lungfish,
Kerri Chandler,
Yaz,
Intrusion,
Peter & Gordon,
The Moody Blues,
Wasted Youth,
Wolf Eyes,
Rotary Connection,
The Divine Comedy,
Judy Mowatt,
Boogie Down Productions,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.