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 Rwanda and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the disco 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
The Buckinghams,
The Neon Judgement,
Stiv Bators,
Peter & Gordon,
Franke,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Pus,
Eric Copeland,
The Happenings,
Ultra Naté,
Tomorrow,
Soul Sonic Force,
Derrick Morgan,
Amazonics,
Nirvana,
Television Personalities,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Neil Young,
Public Image Ltd.,
OOIOO,
Cheater Slicks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
PIL,
Quantec,
Harry Pussy,
Tres Demented,
Reuben Wilson,
David McCallum,
Mars,
The Sound,
Patti Smith,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Walker Brothers,
Unwound,
The Mojo Men,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
a-ha,
Depeche Mode,
Toni Rubio,
Yellowson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Chrome,
Funkadelic,
K-Klass,
The Smoke,
The Fugs,
The Gories,
Dead Boys,
The Stooges,
A Certain Ratio,
Procol Harum,
Sällskapet,
New Age Steppers,
Barrington Levy,
Das Ding,
Boredoms,
Traffic Nightmare,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Birthday Party,
Harmonia,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Move,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.