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 Algeria and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the rap 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cal Tjader,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fugs,
The Offenders,
David Bowie,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Alison Limerick,
The Velvet Underground,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gang of Four,
Trumans Water,
Sexual Harrassment,
David Axelrod,
The Victims,
Yazoo,
Black Flag,
Fear,
Isaac Hayes,
Connie Case,
PIL,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Grauzone,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Skarface,
ABC,
Deepchord,
Gabor Szabo,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Angels of Light,
Easy Going,
Urselle,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Swans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Flipper,
Scan 7,
Panda Bear,
Sällskapet,
KRS-One,
Monolake,
Porter Ricks,
Radio Birdman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Josef K,
Fluxion,
the Germs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Skriet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sam Rivers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Techniques,
Scrapy,
Gang Green,
OOIOO,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.