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 Fiji and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 LL Cool J to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro 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 guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
June of 44,
Erykah Badu,
Monolake,
Easy Going,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Barracudas,
the Bar-Kays,
MDC,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Real Kids,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
U.S. Maple,
Kenny Larkin,
Television Personalities,
Matthew Bourne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Heaven 17,
Thee Headcoats,
Hoover,
Alice Coltrane,
Au Pairs,
The Sonics,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Connie Case,
Albert Ayler,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rosa Yemen,
ABBA,
Dead Boys,
10cc,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ponytail,
Tommy Roe,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Glambeats Corp.,
Urselle,
David Axelrod,
FM Einheit,
Anthony Braxton,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Technova,
The Electric Prunes,
Sandy B,
Don Cherry,
The Flesh Eaters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Arthur Verocai,
Crime,
a-ha,
The Dirtbombs,
Susan Cadogan,
Barbara Tucker,
Idris Muhammad,
Peter & Gordon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Red Krayola,
Max Romeo,
Josef K,
Steve Hackett,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.