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 Afghanistan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Unwound to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb 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 harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Joe Smooth,
Chris Corsano,
Gichy Dan,
Echospace,
Fad Gadget,
Aloha Tigers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Siglo XX,
Amazonics,
Henry Cow,
Soft Cell,
The Dead C,
X-101,
L. Decosne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Derrick Morgan,
Pylon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Matthew Halsall,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Human League,
Pet Shop Boys,
Clear Light,
Dark Day,
Blossom Toes,
The J.B.'s,
R.M.O.,
Pere Ubu,
Danielle Patucci,
Junior Murvin,
Albert Ayler,
Metal Thangz,
Lakeside,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pantytec,
Circle Jerks,
Cheater Slicks,
The Zeros,
Rekid,
The Monks,
Faust,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Stetsasonic,
James White and The Blacks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fuzztones,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tommy Roe,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Section 25,
Surgeon,
Eric Copeland,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Iggy Pop,
Jeru the Damaja,
Audionom,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.