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 Sudan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator 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 Shuggie Otis to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alison Limerick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
June of 44,
Fat Boys,
Organ,
Scan 7,
Livin' Joy,
New Age Steppers,
JFA,
Aural Exciters,
Deepchord,
Crispian St. Peters,
Brick,
Tommy Roe,
The Last Poets,
Roxette,
The Gladiators,
Idris Muhammad,
Graham Central Station,
Henry Cow,
Aswad,
Aloha Tigers,
David Bowie,
Soulsonic Force,
Lightning Bolt,
Warsaw,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Spandau Ballet,
Cymande,
Ultravox,
Easy Going,
Rod Modell,
Pantytec,
The Residents,
the Swans,
Kas Product,
FM Einheit,
Matthew Bourne,
The Divine Comedy,
Stereo Dub,
Donny Hathaway,
Chrome,
Mandrill,
Second Layer,
Lakeside,
John Lydon,
Yazoo,
Neil Young,
Sarah Menescal,
Echospace,
John Cale,
Main Source,
Radiopuhelimet,
UT,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ice-T,
Todd Terry,
Juan Atkins,
Deakin,
Donald Byrd,
The Trojans,
Whodini,
Lou Christie,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.