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 Guinea-Bissau and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Bobby Sherman to the rock 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron 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 güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Lee Hazlewood,
Morten Harket,
Sun City Girls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Country Teasers,
T. Rex,
Con Funk Shun,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Franke,
Matthew Halsall,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
kango's stein massive,
Funkadelic,
Second Layer,
Liliput,
F. McDonald,
The J.B.'s,
Ornette Coleman,
UT,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Terry Callier,
Warren Ellis,
Porter Ricks,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Blues Magoos,
Das Ding,
Roger Hodgson,
Main Source,
Jawbox,
Theoretical Girls,
the Germs,
The Monks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fluxion,
Sugar Minott,
the Sonics,
Nik Kershaw,
Angry Samoans,
Brass Construction,
Lou Reed,
Sexual Harrassment,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tres Demented,
Jerry's Kids,
Aaron Thompson,
H. Thieme,
Lightning Bolt,
Scrapy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lungfish,
The Standells,
Ronan,
Todd Terry,
The Angels of Light,
Faraquet,
Minutemen,
Pylon,
Andrew Hill,
Cecil Taylor,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.