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 Poland and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Harpers Bizarre to the crunk 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer 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 clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
The Busters,
Connie Case,
Isaac Hayes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rapeman,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
ABC,
Girls At Our Best!,
Yazoo,
Ronnie Foster,
Altered Images,
The Toasters,
Goldenarms,
Black Bananas,
Brick,
Carl Craig,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gang Green,
Los Fastidios,
Cheater Slicks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cecil Taylor,
Ossler,
Make Up,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Neil Young,
Pierre Henry,
Depeche Mode,
Pet Shop Boys,
Saccharine Trust,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Groovy Waters,
Sparks,
Cal Tjader,
Laurel Aitken,
Sex Pistols,
Pole,
Hasil Adkins,
The Velvet Underground,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Echospace,
Graham Central Station,
Flamin' Groovies,
Supertramp,
AZ,
Young Marble Giants,
These Immortal Souls,
Lalann,
Nik Kershaw,
R.M.O.,
X-102,
Peter and Kerry,
Blake Baxter,
Tomorrow,
48th St. Collective,
The Motions,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dual Sessions,
Simply Red,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.