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 Taiwan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar 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 Sonny Sharrock to the crunk 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro 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 guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Intrusion,
Roxy Music,
Malaria!,
X-101,
the Association,
Mad Mike,
Tomorrow,
Ice-T,
Albert Ayler,
Joy Division,
Barbara Tucker,
Aaron Thompson,
Guru Guru,
Rotary Connection,
Joe Smooth,
The Fugs,
The Smoke,
Ohio Players,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Flipper,
Heaven 17,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Buckinghams,
Smog,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Todd Terry,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jeff Lynne,
The Invisible,
Lou Reed,
The Kinks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Alison Limerick,
Fluxion,
Hoover,
Mo-Dettes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Minny Pops,
Joe Finger,
The Star Department,
The Move,
Q65,
The Toasters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
LL Cool J,
Negative Approach,
a-ha,
Mission of Burma,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
DJ Style,
Massinfluence,
Glambeats Corp.,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Blues Magoos,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Sonics,
The Last Poets,
Bizarre Inc.,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.