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 Angola and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Sonics to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Isaac Hayes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Arcadia,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Adolescents,
Aloha Tigers,
Masters at Work,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gang Starr,
John Coltrane,
the Association,
Brick,
Infiniti,
Sarah Menescal,
The Cowsills,
the Swans,
Todd Terry,
The New Christs,
The Gun Club,
Hot Snakes,
Nik Kershaw,
Wally Richardson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marc Almond,
Sparks,
Whodini,
AZ,
Moss Icon,
Jacob Miller,
Michelle Simonal,
X-101,
Minutemen,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Minny Pops,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Stiv Bators,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fuzztones,
Magma,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Monochrome Set,
Malaria!,
Chrome,
Radiopuhelimet,
Toni Rubio,
The Knickerbockers,
Gang Green,
Vladislav Delay,
Mars,
Peter & Gordon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Swans,
Rotary Connection,
ABC,
The Victims,
Crispy Ambulance,
EPMD,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
L. Decosne,
Bootsy Collins,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.