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 Burundi and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 DJ Sneak to the disco 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron 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 spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Danielle Patucci,
Outsiders,
Josef K,
Smog,
Lebanon Hanover,
Neu!,
The Last Poets,
Grey Daturas,
Das Ding,
David Axelrod,
Los Fastidios,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kevin Saunderson,
Vainqueur,
Chris Corsano,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Dirtbombs,
Leonard Cohen,
The Standells,
MC5,
Eric Copeland,
Neil Young,
The Durutti Column,
Nick Fraelich,
Bluetip,
Soulsonic Force,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Arab on Radar,
Todd Rundgren,
Sonny Sharrock,
Essential Logic,
Chris & Cosey,
Dark Day,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crooked Eye,
Deakin,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scan 7,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Quando Quango,
Altered Images,
The Fall,
The Mummies,
The Busters,
Public Enemy,
Idris Muhammad,
Scion,
Pharoah Sanders,
Khruangbin,
Jandek,
Aural Exciters,
New York Dolls,
T.S.O.L.,
One Last Wish,
Rosa Yemen,
The Motions,
Fifty Foot Hose,
A Certain Ratio,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ornette Coleman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ludus,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.