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 Albania and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe 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 X-102 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Sarah Menescal,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Cramps,
Tubeway Army,
Dark Day,
The Grass Roots,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lower 48,
Soft Machine,
Rufus Thomas,
Barry Ungar,
The Busters,
New Order,
ABC,
Electric Prunes,
Cameo,
The Cure,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Associates,
The Dave Clark Five,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Siglo XX,
Slick Rick,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rekid,
The Electric Prunes,
Vainqueur,
Soulsonic Force,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Make Up,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gong,
Banda Bassotti,
The Shadows of Knight,
Stiv Bators,
Jacob Miller,
Trumans Water,
the Swans,
The Blackbyrds,
Connie Case,
PIL,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nico,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pantytec,
The Monks,
The Kinks,
Jandek,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sonny Sharrock,
The J.B.'s,
Jesper Dahlback,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Metal Thangz,
Mad Mike,
The Doobie Brothers,
Radiohead,
Carl Craig,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.