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 Thailand and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Derrick May to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin 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 spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
The Gap Band,
The Moleskins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Reagan Youth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Foxx,
Bang On A Can,
MC5,
Kayak,
Johnny Clarke,
Nico,
Danielle Patucci,
Hardrive,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Animal Collective,
Piero Umiliani,
Flipper,
Kenny Larkin,
Lou Christie,
Shoche,
T.S.O.L.,
Second Layer,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bronski Beat,
Lalann,
Toni Rubio,
the Human League,
Ralphi Rosario,
Y Pants,
Theoretical Girls,
The Angels of Light,
Procol Harum,
The Dave Clark Five,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Wake,
Agent Orange,
Jandek,
The Seeds,
David Axelrod,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Janne Schatter,
Skarface,
Silicon Teens,
Cybotron,
Absolute Body Control,
The Beau Brummels,
Inner City,
Technova,
Zero Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Peter and Kerry,
The Raincoats,
Sister Nancy,
Ultra Naté,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Freddie Wadling,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.