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 Tanzania and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Fuzztones to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
FM Einheit,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cheater Slicks,
Pantaleimon,
Marc Almond,
Mandrill,
Bobby Byrd,
Index,
Boogie Down Productions,
Terry Callier,
The Names,
The Martian,
Lee Hazlewood,
Electric Prunes,
Spandau Ballet,
X-Ray Spex,
Second Layer,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sonic Youth,
Faust,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Prince Buster,
Siglo XX,
The Moody Blues,
Model 500,
Bang On A Can,
Angry Samoans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sixth Finger,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Khruangbin,
The Sonics,
Intrusion,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Masters at Work,
John Coltrane,
Los Fastidios,
Thompson Twins,
Mission of Burma,
AZ,
E-Dancer,
The Sound,
Albert Ayler,
Lucky Dragons,
The Buckinghams,
Joe Smooth,
Steve Hackett,
Vladislav Delay,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cluster,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Essential Logic,
Ice-T,
Buzzcocks,
Slick Rick,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Monochrome Set,
Urselle,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crispian St. Peters,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.