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 Nigeria and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Moby Grape to the crunk 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Surgeon,
Barry Ungar,
The Smiths,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Anakelly,
Jawbox,
Silicon Teens,
Malaria!,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fuzztones,
Mad Mike,
Aswad,
The Dirtbombs,
Eli Mardock,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jandek,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Talk Talk,
Nirvana,
Wolf Eyes,
The Gladiators,
Warsaw,
Graham Central Station,
X-102,
Moss Icon,
Yellowson,
The Real Kids,
Erykah Badu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scientists,
Joe Finger,
Jacob Miller,
Gichy Dan,
Subhumans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Pretty Things,
The Five Americans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eric Dolphy,
Alton Ellis,
New York Dolls,
Byron Stingily,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Echospace,
Reuben Wilson,
James White and The Blacks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Bananas,
Minny Pops,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eddi Front,
Grandmaster Flash,
Moebius,
June Days,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.