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 Mali and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Traffic Nightmare to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crispian St. Peters,
Alton Ellis,
David Axelrod,
Soft Machine,
The Durutti Column,
The Monochrome Set,
Faraquet,
Prince Buster,
Traffic Nightmare,
Susan Cadogan,
CMW,
Peter and Kerry,
Ice-T,
Ossler,
Anakelly,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Divine Comedy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Techniques,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jacob Miller,
Erasure,
Radio Birdman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sound Behaviour,
Stetsasonic,
Big Daddy Kane,
Circle Jerks,
a-ha,
Dark Day,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Cure,
Delta 5,
Max Romeo,
Rod Modell,
Brothers Johnson,
Kurtis Blow,
Vainqueur,
Sonny Sharrock,
James White and The Blacks,
Deadbeat,
Kerri Chandler,
Lebanon Hanover,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cameo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Faust,
Motorama,
Skarface,
Qualms,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fuzztones,
Minny Pops,
Icehouse,
John Coltrane,
Second Layer,
The Offenders,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Television,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.