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 Saudi Arabia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Tommy Roe to the punk 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer 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 rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
La Düsseldorf,
Spandau Ballet,
Das Ding,
David Bowie,
Ossler,
Marshall Jefferson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Siglo XX,
Isaac Hayes,
Roy Ayers,
Stetsasonic,
Ituana,
Michelle Simonal,
Intrusion,
Mission of Burma,
Marmalade,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Association,
Agitation Free,
Neil Young,
Wolf Eyes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nils Olav,
Reagan Youth,
F. McDonald,
Sam Rivers,
New York Dolls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Maurizio,
Rites of Spring,
Mantronix,
Ponytail,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fluxion,
Joensuu 1685,
Sun City Girls,
Mad Mike,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
JFA,
Jandek,
Jesper Dahlback,
Chrome,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jacques Brel,
Accadde A,
Gabor Szabo,
Simply Red,
Joey Negro,
The Monochrome Set,
Ronnie Foster,
Kayak,
Wasted Youth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fela Kuti,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fad Gadget,
Essential Logic,
The Evens,
Sun Ra,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.