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 Kenya and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Avey Tare to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
The Fugs,
Chris & Cosey,
Gang of Four,
Maurizio,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Swans,
Minnie Riperton,
Half Japanese,
Fatback Band,
Youth Brigade,
Jeff Mills,
Kevin Saunderson,
cv313,
R.M.O.,
Monks,
FM Einheit,
Rosa Yemen,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pere Ubu,
Pole,
T.S.O.L.,
The Cowsills,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Monolake,
Radiohead,
Nirvana,
Sun Ra,
Al Stewart,
X-102,
Radio Birdman,
The Pop Group,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Techniques,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Doors,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The United States of America,
The Count Five,
Faraquet,
Sixth Finger,
The Seeds,
The Dirtbombs,
Gabor Szabo,
Bronski Beat,
Bob Dylan,
James White and The Blacks,
Moss Icon,
Lower 48,
The Young Rascals,
The Slits,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Busters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Agitation Free,
Throbbing Gristle,
Brothers Johnson,
Rod Modell,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Moon,
Kenny Larkin,
Quantec,
The Motions,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.