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 Tonga and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Minny Pops to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cowsills,
D'Angelo,
Scion,
Sandy B,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fugs,
Yazoo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Blake Baxter,
Jawbox,
Joyce Sims,
Barrington Levy,
Aural Exciters,
Iggy Pop,
Bang On A Can,
Matthew Bourne,
Bizarre Inc.,
Andrew Hill,
Pantytec,
Scan 7,
Hasil Adkins,
Scratch Acid,
Surgeon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mad Mike,
Swell Maps,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Gun Club,
The Skatalites,
Supertramp,
Black Moon,
Donald Byrd,
Urselle,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Angels of Light,
Newcleus,
Drexciya,
Gabor Szabo,
X-102,
The Saints,
The Grass Roots,
Jandek,
T.S.O.L.,
The Gladiators,
Cheater Slicks,
Roxette,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fall,
Das Ding,
Anakelly,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
8 Eyed Spy,
Trumans Water,
Unwound,
Animal Collective,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.