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 Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 ABBA to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 harpsichord 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 sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Roy Ayers,
Neil Young,
Fat Boys,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Amon Düül II,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fluxion,
Eli Mardock,
Yaz,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Angels of Light,
Depeche Mode,
Tom Boy,
Harmonia,
Siglo XX,
Organ,
The Gun Club,
Matthew Bourne,
Grauzone,
The Moleskins,
The Motions,
Moss Icon,
Deadbeat,
The Fire Engines,
The Wake,
Derrick Morgan,
The Cure,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ken Boothe,
Radiohead,
Jerry's Kids,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Slackers,
Stockholm Monsters,
In Retrospect,
Black Pus,
Inner City,
Dawn Penn,
Outsiders,
The Human League,
This Heat,
Das Ding,
Barclay James Harvest,
Alphaville,
The Busters,
Alison Limerick,
Ronnie Foster,
Ornette Coleman,
Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Peter and Kerry,
The Divine Comedy,
La Düsseldorf,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lou Reed,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.