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 Jordan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 Hong Kong and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Names to the grime 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Los Fastidios,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Minnie Riperton,
The Real Kids,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Swans,
Fatback Band,
Siglo XX,
Public Enemy,
Lou Christie,
Hashim,
Rotary Connection,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Das Ding,
The Slackers,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Monks,
Audionom,
Cymande,
Joe Finger,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gang of Four,
the Association,
Nils Olav,
Gabor Szabo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Qualms,
Crispy Ambulance,
Massinfluence,
Eve St. Jones,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Khruangbin,
Juan Atkins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
ABBA,
Althea and Donna,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bang On A Can,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Trojans,
Black Bananas,
Tomorrow,
The Martian,
Suburban Knight,
Soulsonic Force,
Ralphi Rosario,
Skaos,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crispian St. Peters,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Blackbyrds,
Fat Boys,
Severed Heads,
The Buckinghams,
Porter Ricks,
The Pop Group,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.