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 Micronesia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cecil Taylor to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a snare 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 a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joy Division,
The Gladiators,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Brand Nubian,
Soul Sonic Force,
Toni Rubio,
Vladislav Delay,
Bush Tetras,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nils Olav,
Urselle,
The Remains,
John Holt,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rhythm & Sound,
Visage,
Bill Wells,
David Axelrod,
Tres Demented,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soul II Soul,
Panda Bear,
Tom Boy,
Harmonia,
The Selecter,
Essential Logic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lungfish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Silicon Teens,
Agent Orange,
T. Rex,
Khruangbin,
Schoolly D,
Motorama,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Little Man,
David McCallum,
The Cramps,
Negative Approach,
Talk Talk,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fat Boys,
Lalo Schifrin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Jacques Brel,
Whodini,
Sight & Sound,
Avey Tare,
Heaven 17,
Japan,
Q and Not U,
Quadrant,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.