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 the UAE and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Malaria! to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ 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 oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Carl Craig,
Lalann,
Lyres,
Jimmy McGriff,
Shoche,
T. Rex,
Wally Richardson,
Junior Murvin,
Wings,
Barrington Levy,
Bobby Sherman,
The Detroit Cobras,
Von Mondo,
Max Romeo,
The Evens,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Swell Maps,
Pere Ubu,
Tubeway Army,
Nico,
Unrelated Segments,
B.T. Express,
Sparks,
Juan Atkins,
Cecil Taylor,
Chris Corsano,
Jeff Lynne,
Suburban Knight,
Hasil Adkins,
The Smiths,
Mission of Burma,
Arthur Verocai,
One Last Wish,
Dennis Brown,
Joy Division,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Gap Band,
Dawn Penn,
the Normal,
Eden Ahbez,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Darondo,
The Index,
Vladislav Delay,
Vainqueur,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Oneida,
Bill Wells,
The Associates,
The Residents,
Black Moon,
Buzzcocks,
Sarah Menescal,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Happenings,
Althea and Donna,
New Order,
Hoover,
Hardrive,
Minnie Riperton,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.