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 Rwanda 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 Mr. Review to the disco 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet 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 arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
FM Einheit,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Television Personalities,
Jerry Gold Smith,
T.S.O.L.,
Blossom Toes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Camouflage,
Eli Mardock,
Spoonie Gee,
The Star Department,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mo-Dettes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crash Course in Science,
A Certain Ratio,
Negative Approach,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Procol Harum,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Howard Jones,
Anthony Braxton,
X-101,
The Searchers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Angels of Light,
Jacob Miller,
The Black Dice,
The Kinks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Arcadia,
Theoretical Girls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Sonics,
Nas,
Rhythm & Sound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cluster,
Aaron Thompson,
Aural Exciters,
Mandrill,
Bobby Womack,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Brothers Johnson,
Pulsallama,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Toni Rubio,
Harmonia,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eve St. Jones,
The Alarm Clocks,
AZ,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Aloha Tigers,
Spandau Ballet,
Man Parrish,
Supertramp,
The Techniques,
The Fuzztones,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.