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 Djibouti and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mary Jane Girls to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
The Selecter,
Graham Central Station,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Slits,
Radio Birdman,
Dual Sessions,
The Knickerbockers,
Jerry's Kids,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sight & Sound,
Leonard Cohen,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soulsonic Force,
DJ Style,
10cc,
The Shadows of Knight,
Aswad,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Second Layer,
Ponytail,
The Seeds,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Germs,
The Moody Blues,
Average White Band,
Dennis Brown,
Derrick May,
Warsaw,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eli Mardock,
Matthew Bourne,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fugs,
Steve Hackett,
Aaron Thompson,
Mary Jane Girls,
John Coltrane,
Bobbi Humphrey,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Absolute Body Control,
Adolescents,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roger Hodgson,
Danielle Patucci,
OOIOO,
Interpol,
the Swans,
Camberwell Now,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
T. Rex,
Blake Baxter,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Black Dice,
The Happenings,
Agent Orange,
New Order,
Yazoo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Flipper,
Scratch Acid,
Althea and Donna,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.