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 Morocco and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Hot Snakes to the electroclash 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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer 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 chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Crispy Ambulance,
Andrew Hill,
Saccharine Trust,
Aloha Tigers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Five Americans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Intrusion,
Drexciya,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The New Christs,
A Certain Ratio,
Chris Corsano,
Brass Construction,
Suburban Knight,
Faust,
Iggy Pop,
Patti Smith,
Matthew Halsall,
Susan Cadogan,
The Skatalites,
The Wake,
Scan 7,
Pole,
Malaria!,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Music Machine,
Rotary Connection,
Joe Finger,
The Grass Roots,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lungfish,
Rakim,
Boz Scaggs,
Josef K,
Fear,
Blossom Toes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Accadde A,
John Foxx,
Deepchord,
Yazoo,
Youth Brigade,
Tomorrow,
Agent Orange,
Kas Product,
Lower 48,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Arab on Radar,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scion,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rekid,
Tres Demented,
John Cale,
The Blues Magoos,
Sandy B,
Davy DMX,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.