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 Comoros and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fluxion to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ 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?
Sugar Minott,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Barracudas,
Tres Demented,
Oneida,
Pharoah Sanders,
Amazonics,
Minny Pops,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eric Dolphy,
Pierre Henry,
China Crisis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Duran Duran,
Royal Trux,
Dead Boys,
Johnny Clarke,
A Certain Ratio,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jeru the Damaja,
Terry Callier,
Arab on Radar,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Skaos,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Excepter,
Jerry's Kids,
The Birthday Party,
Shoche,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fugazi,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Toni Rubio,
Sister Nancy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lou Christie,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Golliwogs,
Brand Nubian,
Suburban Knight,
Tears for Fears,
Babytalk,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ralphi Rosario,
Malaria!,
Quadrant,
Chris Corsano,
the Soft Cell,
Yellowson,
Khruangbin,
Monks,
Mandrill,
The Blackbyrds,
Crash Course in Science,
June of 44,
DJ Sneak,
The Black Dice,
Make Up,
Tom Boy,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.