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 East Timor and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Alton Ellis to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a theremin 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 marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
The Fuzztones,
U.S. Maple,
L. Decosne,
Fela Kuti,
Crash Course in Science,
The Angels of Light,
kango's stein massive,
John Lydon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
World's Most,
Radiopuhelimet,
Darondo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mr. Review,
Black Bananas,
the Germs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Morten Harket,
The Standells,
Theoretical Girls,
cv313,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
AZ,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Birthday Party,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soul II Soul,
Funky Four + One,
Joy Division,
Aaron Thompson,
Derrick Morgan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Anakelly,
Bang On A Can,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ludus,
Bob Dylan,
Make Up,
Cybotron,
Scientists,
Mad Mike,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Isaac Hayes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Delta 5,
The Fall,
The Evens,
Black Pus,
Accadde A,
The Blackbyrds,
Youth Brigade,
Fat Boys,
The Seeds,
Flipper,
The Slackers,
The Happenings,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.