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 Iceland and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Big Daddy Kane to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Busters,
Amazonics,
Aaron Thompson,
Goldenarms,
Talk Talk,
La Düsseldorf,
Stereo Dub,
Unwound,
Graham Central Station,
Aswad,
Liliput,
Suburban Knight,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fugs,
Tears for Fears,
Eric Dolphy,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Red Krayola,
Pantaleimon,
Juan Atkins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Siglo XX,
The Fortunes,
Television Personalities,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gladiators,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Das Ding,
Buzzcocks,
Little Man,
Fatback Band,
Moebius,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Robert Wyatt,
The Star Department,
Half Japanese,
T.S.O.L.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Todd Rundgren,
The Last Poets,
Wolf Eyes,
Girls At Our Best!,
48th St. Collective,
Massinfluence,
Porter Ricks,
Tomorrow,
Eden Ahbez,
Panda Bear,
Lungfish,
Roxy Music,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hardrive,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Country Teasers,
Lyres,
H. Thieme,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.