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 Georgia and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 Simply Red to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
The Sound,
Alice Coltrane,
Camouflage,
Grandmaster Flash,
Vladislav Delay,
Fat Boys,
the Bar-Kays,
Neu!,
Boz Scaggs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Urselle,
Rites of Spring,
Faust,
Crispy Ambulance,
New York Dolls,
Anthony Braxton,
Camberwell Now,
Man Parrish,
Essential Logic,
Patti Smith,
The Victims,
Simply Red,
Alison Limerick,
Grauzone,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Yusef Lateef,
The Blues Magoos,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lucky Dragons,
Scratch Acid,
Television Personalities,
Soft Machine,
Wally Richardson,
Interpol,
Erykah Badu,
Tears for Fears,
Country Teasers,
The Velvet Underground,
Hoover,
Stetsasonic,
Pole,
Qualms,
Robert Hood,
Aaron Thompson,
The Black Dice,
Panda Bear,
Lakeside,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joe Finger,
The Stooges,
Arthur Verocai,
Pharoah Sanders,
Index,
Excepter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wire,
James White and The Blacks,
Brick,
Skarface,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.