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 Libya and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 United States of America to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb 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 mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Franke,
Groovy Waters,
The Smiths,
Ultravox,
Anakelly,
Matthew Bourne,
Camberwell Now,
The Electric Prunes,
The Gories,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nik Kershaw,
Main Source,
Thee Headcoats,
Henry Cow,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Neon Judgement,
Icehouse,
Gil Scott Heron,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Morten Harket,
UT,
The Fuzztones,
Piero Umiliani,
Gastr Del Sol,
Warsaw,
The Trojans,
The Pretty Things,
MDC,
The Fortunes,
Nils Olav,
Arthur Verocai,
Metal Thangz,
Wasted Youth,
Gang of Four,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Litter,
Au Pairs,
Harry Pussy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Terrestrial Tones,
Maleditus Sound,
Boredoms,
Deadbeat,
Urselle,
ABBA,
Eddi Front,
Mark Hollis,
Visage,
Jandek,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wings,
The Modern Lovers,
Electric Prunes,
The American Breed,
The Pop Group,
The Wake,
Arcadia,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Velvet Underground,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.