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 Slovenia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Underground Resistance to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe 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 linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Young Marble Giants,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lalann,
Bronski Beat,
Glambeats Corp.,
Terry Callier,
Kool Moe Dee,
a-ha,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Black Dice,
Index,
Bang On A Can,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eden Ahbez,
Adolescents,
Silicon Teens,
the Slits,
Sandy B,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Stiv Bators,
Gang of Four,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Holt,
Fela Kuti,
Idris Muhammad,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pantaleimon,
Flash Fearless,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Charles Mingus,
Model 500,
Glenn Branca,
The New Christs,
Sex Pistols,
Section 25,
Cameo,
Bauhaus,
Black Flag,
Ituana,
Lakeside,
Yazoo,
The Count Five,
A Certain Ratio,
Warsaw,
Saccharine Trust,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Names,
Ultra Naté,
Arab on Radar,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Quando Quango,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Arthur Verocai,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Whodini,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Neon Judgement,
Depeche Mode,
The Selecter,
cv313,
Radiopuhelimet,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.