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 Monaco and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Chris & Cosey,
Section 25,
KRS-One,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Can,
The American Breed,
The Seeds,
Depeche Mode,
David McCallum,
Robert Wyatt,
JFA,
Hoover,
Sandy B,
The Fall,
Mo-Dettes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Neil Young,
D'Angelo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Standells,
Little Man,
The Busters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Iggy Pop,
The Invisible,
Mantronix,
Boredoms,
Al Stewart,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Qualms,
Lightning Bolt,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Oneida,
Junior Murvin,
Q and Not U,
This Heat,
Porter Ricks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Vladislav Delay,
Erasure,
Malaria!,
MC5,
Scan 7,
Negative Approach,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Toni Rubio,
The Saints,
Bobby Sherman,
Idris Muhammad,
Mars,
Barbara Tucker,
Isaac Hayes,
Sugar Minott,
Soul Sonic Force,
Flamin' Groovies,
Amon Düül II,
The Smoke,
Scientists,
Yazoo,
In Retrospect,
Shuggie Otis,
Crash Course in Science,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.