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 Cameroon and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Alton Ellis to the punk 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum 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 theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Quantec,
Qualms,
Unwound,
Talk Talk,
The Busters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Camouflage,
Interpol,
World's Most,
Intrusion,
Deakin,
Fat Boys,
The Trojans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Radiohead,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
48th St. Collective,
Sun City Girls,
Kayak,
The Kinks,
Letta Mbulu,
Judy Mowatt,
Nils Olav,
Porter Ricks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Todd Rundgren,
Severed Heads,
Absolute Body Control,
Mad Mike,
Robert Hood,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Adolescents,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gang of Four,
Neu!,
Albert Ayler,
Terry Callier,
Danielle Patucci,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Underground Resistance,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wings,
The Grass Roots,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gil Scott Heron,
Negative Approach,
The Moleskins,
Fad Gadget,
K-Klass,
Bronski Beat,
Jerry's Kids,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kerrie Biddell,
Peter & Gordon,
John Lydon,
Trumans Water,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Names,
The Detroit Cobras,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.