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 Laos and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Scan 7 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Japan,
The Sonics,
The Fuzztones,
Glenn Branca,
Kenny Larkin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Masters at Work,
Absolute Body Control,
Amazonics,
Black Sheep,
David McCallum,
Barclay James Harvest,
Erykah Badu,
Stereo Dub,
Archie Shepp,
In Retrospect,
Mo-Dettes,
Clear Light,
Heaven 17,
T. Rex,
Eve St. Jones,
Ten City,
China Crisis,
Parry Music,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Chris & Cosey,
Radiopuhelimet,
Infiniti,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Gap Band,
Lou Christie,
Juan Atkins,
F. McDonald,
Mad Mike,
Dark Day,
Funky Four + One,
Todd Terry,
Carl Craig,
Robert Hood,
Thee Headcoats,
The Slackers,
Visage,
Dawn Penn,
Pulsallama,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Intrusion,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ossler,
Harmonia,
John Foxx,
Jawbox,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
AZ,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Schoolly D,
Khruangbin,
Nico,
Electric Prunes,
Moby Grape,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ultra Naté,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.