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 Nauru and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ 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 The Fugs to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mark Hollis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Frankie Knuckles,
Duran Duran,
The Pop Group,
Donny Hathaway,
Stereo Dub,
Y Pants,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fear,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Monks,
Unwound,
Piero Umiliani,
Can,
Motorama,
Avey Tare,
Dennis Brown,
R.M.O.,
Absolute Body Control,
Cecil Taylor,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Thee Headcoats,
Japan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Wake,
X-Ray Spex,
Procol Harum,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crime,
ABC,
Patti Smith,
The Music Machine,
Grey Daturas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Danielle Patucci,
Minutemen,
The Human League,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Dirtbombs,
Robert Görl,
The Gories,
Panda Bear,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fat Boys,
Deakin,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bill Wells,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cheater Slicks,
The Gun Club,
Rekid,
Brick,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roy Ayers,
Public Enemy,
Colin Newman,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.