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 Micronesia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the jazz 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 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 harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Pole,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Brick,
Aural Exciters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dorothy Ashby,
Aloha Tigers,
Arcadia,
Scrapy,
Derrick May,
Wolf Eyes,
Robert Görl,
LL Cool J,
Minutemen,
Arab on Radar,
Scan 7,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rosa Yemen,
Howard Jones,
Soft Cell,
Kayak,
Minny Pops,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Inner City,
Blossom Toes,
Susan Cadogan,
Trumans Water,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Neon Judgement,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultimate Spinach,
Brass Construction,
Brothers Johnson,
Joey Negro,
Hardrive,
K-Klass,
John Holt,
Pulsallama,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Birthday Party,
Eric B and Rakim,
Organ,
Kool Moe Dee,
Blake Baxter,
The Fuzztones,
Man Parrish,
Surgeon,
The Martian,
Minor Threat,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crime,
Barbara Tucker,
Crooked Eye,
Al Stewart,
Sugar Minott,
Deepchord,
Ultra Naté,
This Heat,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.