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 Costa Rica and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 The Shadows of Knight to the grunge 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Sparks,
Robert Hood,
Section 25,
48th St. Collective,
The Moleskins,
Sarah Menescal,
the Sonics,
The Techniques,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Todd Terry,
Desert Stars,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
B.T. Express,
Alphaville,
Moss Icon,
Swell Maps,
Television,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kenny Larkin,
Nas,
Pole,
Sam Rivers,
Hoover,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sugar Minott,
The Busters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Faraquet,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mars,
Black Sheep,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kaleidoscope,
Cluster,
The Evens,
The Fortunes,
Half Japanese,
Joey Negro,
Public Enemy,
Michelle Simonal,
The Slits,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
One Last Wish,
Negative Approach,
Fela Kuti,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Average White Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rotary Connection,
The Black Dice,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Stooges,
Wings,
Ludus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Clear Light,
Colin Newman,
Yellowson,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.