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 Iran and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and an oboe 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 spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
The Buckinghams,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Black Bananas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tim Buckley,
Susan Cadogan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Guru Guru,
Godley & Creme,
Bobby Byrd,
The Grass Roots,
Ronan,
Robert Görl,
48th St. Collective,
Public Enemy,
Nick Fraelich,
KRS-One,
Pere Ubu,
Swans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
B.T. Express,
Dave Gahan,
Rod Modell,
Rapeman,
Suburban Knight,
Hasil Adkins,
The Blackbyrds,
Japan,
China Crisis,
Deepchord,
Cymande,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Darondo,
Roxy Music,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sexual Harrassment,
Audionom,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dark Day,
Kerri Chandler,
FM Einheit,
Procol Harum,
Peter & Gordon,
The Searchers,
the Human League,
The Invisible,
Fear,
The New Christs,
Marine Girls,
The Electric Prunes,
Goldenarms,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fortunes,
Blancmange,
Man Parrish,
Lou Christie,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.