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 New Zealand and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe 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 Minor Threat to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a synthesizer 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 güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
ABBA,
Malaria!,
Delta 5,
Avey Tare,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eddi Front,
U.S. Maple,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Quando Quango,
One Last Wish,
Soulsonic Force,
Lyres,
Ronan,
The Blackbyrds,
Arcadia,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Stereo Dub,
Nik Kershaw,
Thompson Twins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Graham Central Station,
Johnny Osbourne,
Minny Pops,
In Retrospect,
Sam Rivers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
D'Angelo,
Monks,
Isaac Hayes,
Sparks,
Half Japanese,
The Real Kids,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Brick,
Spandau Ballet,
X-Ray Spex,
The Last Poets,
Faust,
Visage,
Dawn Penn,
Chris & Cosey,
Mary Jane Girls,
Quantec,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kenny Larkin,
The Buckinghams,
Gang Starr,
New Order,
Barry Ungar,
Harpers Bizarre,
Agitation Free,
Tom Boy,
Japan,
Yusef Lateef,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rakim,
cv313,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.