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 Israel and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 New York and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Victims to the jazz 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a rhodes and a spring reverb 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 clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Flash Fearless,
Swans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Henry Cow,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eden Ahbez,
Aswad,
Cecil Taylor,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
48th St. Collective,
Dark Day,
Mad Mike,
Bill Wells,
the Slits,
The Monks,
Lightning Bolt,
Mo-Dettes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lower 48,
Cameo,
Boz Scaggs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Big Daddy Kane,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Barclay James Harvest,
ABC,
The Doors,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Porter Ricks,
Pantytec,
The Fugs,
Little Man,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
F. McDonald,
Ossler,
Terry Callier,
Letta Mbulu,
The Neon Judgement,
The Invisible,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Depeche Mode,
Bang On A Can,
Janne Schatter,
Pagans,
Interpol,
Amon Düül,
the Human League,
Soul Sonic Force,
Section 25,
The Detroit Cobras,
T. Rex,
Reuben Wilson,
Oneida,
Funky Four + One,
Infiniti,
Wire,
Funkadelic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.