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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 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 Leonard Cohen to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet 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?
DJ Sneak,
Drive Like Jehu,
Deadbeat,
Wally Richardson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lalann,
Sun Ra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ossler,
Anthony Braxton,
Jacob Miller,
The Pretty Things,
Joy Division,
Chris Corsano,
Das Ding,
The Cure,
Mars,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Technova,
Blancmange,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Trojans,
Kenny Larkin,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Theoretical Girls,
The Music Machine,
Matthew Halsall,
Cheater Slicks,
The Wake,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Organ,
Eve St. Jones,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Stiv Bators,
Michelle Simonal,
Buzzcocks,
The Durutti Column,
Half Japanese,
Sparks,
Sister Nancy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Bar-Kays,
H. Thieme,
Drexciya,
Intrusion,
X-101,
Joey Negro,
Spoonie Gee,
Royal Trux,
The Seeds,
CMW,
New York Dolls,
Scientists,
48th St. Collective,
Dawn Penn,
Gang Starr,
Grey Daturas,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.