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 Bolivia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sparks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet 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 snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Schoolly D,
Can,
Stetsasonic,
Roger Hodgson,
Desert Stars,
Alton Ellis,
The Fall,
Steve Hackett,
Ronnie Foster,
Goldenarms,
Gang of Four,
Mr. Review,
Todd Rundgren,
Tomorrow,
Zero Boys,
Crooked Eye,
Ituana,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bronski Beat,
Tubeway Army,
Country Teasers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ludus,
Duran Duran,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Motions,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dual Sessions,
Maleditus Sound,
Slick Rick,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Slits,
Loose Ends,
Amazonics,
Fat Boys,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Deepchord,
Monks,
Harry Pussy,
The Slackers,
Rapeman,
The Modern Lovers,
The Five Americans,
Juan Atkins,
The Angels of Light,
Deakin,
Albert Ayler,
Au Pairs,
The Residents,
Trumans Water,
Marvin Gaye,
Underground Resistance,
Scrapy,
The Monks,
the Soft Cell,
Smog,
Boredoms,
Traffic Nightmare,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.