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 Marshall Islands and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Eric Dolphy to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes 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 harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gerry Rafferty,
Little Man,
Chrome,
Rhythm & Sound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Simply Red,
T.S.O.L.,
The Moleskins,
Pylon,
FM Einheit,
Judy Mowatt,
Letta Mbulu,
Lou Christie,
Skriet,
Babytalk,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Moody Blues,
Darondo,
Dennis Brown,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Josef K,
Minnie Riperton,
Negative Approach,
Sister Nancy,
The Gories,
Bauhaus,
The Skatalites,
F. McDonald,
The Monochrome Set,
The Wake,
The Remains,
Visage,
Silicon Teens,
Mo-Dettes,
Pierre Henry,
Tomorrow,
The Human League,
Scientists,
Peter & Gordon,
Ohio Players,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pole,
Rosa Yemen,
Thompson Twins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Golliwogs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lucky Dragons,
Mars,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Franke,
Second Layer,
Amon Düül II,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Delon & Dalcan,
a-ha,
Metal Thangz,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.