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 Bahrain and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 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 Zero Boys to the techno 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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar 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 theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Names,
Subhumans,
Fugazi,
Dorothy Ashby,
Grey Daturas,
Arab on Radar,
Procol Harum,
Fela Kuti,
Rakim,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Malaria!,
Pole,
Ornette Coleman,
Symarip,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Darondo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Inner City,
A Certain Ratio,
Ituana,
Cal Tjader,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gastr Del Sol,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pussy Galore,
The Vogues,
Nico,
Ultra Naté,
Morten Harket,
The Trojans,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roy Ayers,
Second Layer,
Youth Brigade,
This Heat,
Rapeman,
The J.B.'s,
The Motions,
The Remains,
Goldenarms,
Radiohead,
Zapp,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Charles Mingus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Gap Band,
Panda Bear,
James White and The Blacks,
Lower 48,
The Moleskins,
Magazine,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.