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 Palau and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Leaves to the techno 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Dual Sessions,
Wasted Youth,
The Music Machine,
Girls At Our Best!,
Blossom Toes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ash Ra Tempel,
X-101,
Silicon Teens,
Gang of Four,
The Barracudas,
Anthony Braxton,
Technova,
B.T. Express,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ultimate Spinach,
Yusef Lateef,
Ludus,
Vladislav Delay,
Model 500,
Derrick May,
David Bowie,
Sarah Menescal,
Goldenarms,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Slick Rick,
Heaven 17,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Quando Quango,
The Fortunes,
the Association,
Kayak,
Black Flag,
Qualms,
R.M.O.,
The Sonics,
Bang On A Can,
World's Most,
The Kinks,
Rites of Spring,
Smog,
Black Moon,
KRS-One,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobby Byrd,
Godley & Creme,
June Days,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pulsallama,
Babytalk,
Unwound,
MDC,
The Toasters,
Drexciya,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Mummies,
Minutemen,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.