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 Ecuador and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Tears for Fears,
New Order,
The Angels of Light,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Interpol,
the Swans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gastr Del Sol,
Alice Coltrane,
Jimmy McGriff,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Surgeon,
Adolescents,
The Victims,
Gil Scott Heron,
Young Marble Giants,
New York Dolls,
UT,
Avey Tare,
Index,
Sister Nancy,
Lightning Bolt,
The Mojo Men,
Joey Negro,
Johnny Clarke,
the Human League,
Hot Snakes,
Marine Girls,
Sugar Minott,
Jeru the Damaja,
Theoretical Girls,
The New Christs,
Pussy Galore,
Buzzcocks,
The Birthday Party,
Archie Shepp,
Camouflage,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Holt,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sonic Youth,
Rakim,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mr. Review,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nik Kershaw,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Radiopuhelimet,
Amon Düül,
The Cure,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Skriet,
Ronan,
Fad Gadget,
Byron Stingily,
Cal Tjader,
The Motions,
Scratch Acid,
Suicide,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.