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 Liberia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Stetsasonic to the techno 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alison Limerick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Eddi Front,
Andrew Hill,
Excepter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Accadde A,
Aswad,
The Happenings,
The Sonics,
Nils Olav,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Massinfluence,
Isaac Hayes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobby Womack,
Swans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Smiths,
Thompson Twins,
Todd Terry,
Mission of Burma,
KRS-One,
Dual Sessions,
Ice-T,
Joensuu 1685,
Fela Kuti,
8 Eyed Spy,
Brass Construction,
The Tremeloes,
H. Thieme,
The Raincoats,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Blossom Toes,
Archie Shepp,
Flipper,
Fear,
Morten Harket,
Porter Ricks,
Cybotron,
Dennis Brown,
UT,
Roger Hodgson,
The Slits,
Lakeside,
Joey Negro,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soft Machine,
John Cale,
Alphaville,
Joyce Sims,
Crime,
Infiniti,
Jeff Mills,
Rekid,
Depeche Mode,
Essential Logic,
Freddie Wadling,
Agent Orange,
Judy Mowatt,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.