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 Barbados and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
The Misunderstood,
The Kinks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Toasters,
Rapeman,
Buzzcocks,
Pet Shop Boys,
EPMD,
Los Fastidios,
FM Einheit,
Davy DMX,
Brand Nubian,
Curtis Mayfield,
Swans,
The Mojo Men,
Zapp,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Carl Craig,
The Music Machine,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Popol Vuh,
Bill Near,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fire Engines,
Funkadelic,
kango's stein massive,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Echospace,
Smog,
Crime,
AZ,
Eli Mardock,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ultimate Spinach,
Agitation Free,
Tres Demented,
Dawn Penn,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kurtis Blow,
The Index,
Bauhaus,
Q65,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Main Source,
Warren Ellis,
Pere Ubu,
Public Enemy,
Cluster,
Black Pus,
The Move,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Monks,
Lower 48,
Infiniti,
The Stooges,
Jesper Dahlback,
F. McDonald,
The Happenings,
The Grass Roots,
The Busters,
Donald Byrd,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.