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 Israel and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Vainqueur to the jazz 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
The Modern Lovers,
AZ,
Gichy Dan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Deepchord,
Thee Headcoats,
Pylon,
Franke,
Wolf Eyes,
Wally Richardson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lee Hazlewood,
Livin' Joy,
Kas Product,
Massinfluence,
Tomorrow,
Gang Starr,
Quadrant,
Blake Baxter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Gap Band,
Patti Smith,
The Sonics,
Leonard Cohen,
FM Einheit,
Don Cherry,
Yazoo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marmalade,
Jerry's Kids,
The Detroit Cobras,
Simply Red,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Stetsasonic,
Hardrive,
Vladislav Delay,
Warsaw,
Joy Division,
Maleditus Sound,
Motorama,
Swell Maps,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Essential Logic,
The Slits,
Sam Rivers,
Severed Heads,
The Divine Comedy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Unrelated Segments,
World's Most,
Connie Case,
Sarah Menescal,
Neu!,
Qualms,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
New Order,
Ohio Players,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.