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 Qatar and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe 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 Fat Boys to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
John Lydon,
Funkadelic,
The Saints,
Kayak,
June of 44,
Wasted Youth,
Thee Headcoats,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Skaos,
Television Personalities,
Cymande,
Derrick Morgan,
Matthew Bourne,
Letta Mbulu,
Soul II Soul,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Shoche,
Parry Music,
Little Man,
cv313,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gang Starr,
Quando Quango,
Jacques Brel,
Malaria!,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Thompson Twins,
Kaleidoscope,
Iggy Pop,
Sun Ra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Junior Murvin,
The Mummies,
Suburban Knight,
the Fania All-Stars,
Charles Mingus,
The Count Five,
Rites of Spring,
Black Moon,
Pantaleimon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sight & Sound,
David Bowie,
The Invisible,
Pantytec,
The Divine Comedy,
Main Source,
Zapp,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Franke,
Archie Shepp,
Unrelated Segments,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Vogues,
The Sound,
Tim Buckley,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.