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 Cyprus and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
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 harpsichord 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 Sun Ra to the techno 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Masters at Work,
Ultra Naté,
Kas Product,
Hot Snakes,
Aswad,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Barry Ungar,
Talk Talk,
Eric Copeland,
Cecil Taylor,
Cal Tjader,
Skaos,
The Busters,
Swans,
Radio Birdman,
Albert Ayler,
Sun City Girls,
The Young Rascals,
Traffic Nightmare,
Grauzone,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jacques Brel,
Gong,
The Moody Blues,
The Modern Lovers,
Sun Ra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Alison Limerick,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Monks,
The Sound,
Depeche Mode,
Godley & Creme,
Silicon Teens,
Janne Schatter,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Erasure,
Wings,
Unrelated Segments,
Bad Manners,
Rufus Thomas,
Lou Reed,
Bill Near,
Interpol,
Lou Christie,
Joyce Sims,
Zero Boys,
E-Dancer,
Carl Craig,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Roxette,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soft Machine,
Matthew Bourne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nation of Ulysses,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.