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 Kazakhstan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Echospace 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe 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 marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Terrestrial Tones,
New Order,
Drexciya,
Depeche Mode,
Radiohead,
Grey Daturas,
Monks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Can,
The Skatalites,
Franke,
The Birthday Party,
Laurel Aitken,
Negative Approach,
Bobby Sherman,
Delta 5,
Con Funk Shun,
Cluster,
Roxette,
Scott Walker,
Quantec,
Graham Central Station,
Niagra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Warren Ellis,
Suicide,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bauhaus,
Bobby Womack,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Zapp,
Cybotron,
Heaven 17,
The Toasters,
D'Angelo,
Eric Copeland,
Bad Manners,
Joe Finger,
Brass Construction,
Gong,
The Beau Brummels,
Ohio Players,
Harmonia,
Funky Four + One,
The Black Dice,
Ludus,
Roy Ayers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Todd Terry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Buckinghams,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Gap Band,
Youth Brigade,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.