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 Zimbabwe and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 David McCallum to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin 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 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
The Dirtbombs,
Nas,
Leonard Cohen,
The Index,
John Lydon,
Masters at Work,
Porter Ricks,
X-102,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lalann,
Pharoah Sanders,
Arcadia,
Grandmaster Flash,
Stetsasonic,
Erasure,
Peter & Gordon,
The Doors,
The Cure,
Pylon,
Nirvana,
Yellowson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Red Krayola,
Brand Nubian,
Talk Talk,
Ossler,
Boredoms,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Alphaville,
Rakim,
Funkadelic,
Fatback Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Victims,
Silicon Teens,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
DJ Style,
Warsaw,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
CMW,
The Angels of Light,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Moon,
Brick,
Barry Ungar,
Slave,
Eric Copeland,
Eve St. Jones,
Graham Central Station,
Morten Harket,
Altered Images,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Electric Prunes,
Television Personalities,
Gerry Rafferty,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.