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 South Africa and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Suicide to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Stiv Bators,
Avey Tare,
Audionom,
Tres Demented,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fad Gadget,
Amazonics,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
D'Angelo,
Alphaville,
Pantaleimon,
Brass Construction,
Aswad,
Hot Snakes,
Niagra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eric Dolphy,
Youth Brigade,
Thompson Twins,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soulsonic Force,
This Heat,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lucky Dragons,
John Cale,
Negative Approach,
Alison Limerick,
Susan Cadogan,
Delta 5,
Bob Dylan,
Fluxion,
Roxy Music,
DNA,
Ornette Coleman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ronnie Foster,
Moby Grape,
The Monks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobby Sherman,
Byron Stingily,
The Vogues,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
David McCallum,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Count Five,
Von Mondo,
Excepter,
Ludus,
Soft Machine,
Slave,
Suburban Knight,
Cameo,
The Moody Blues,
Michelle Simonal,
the Soft Cell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nico,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.