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 Tajikistan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sandy B to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer 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 arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Von Mondo,
Flipper,
Connie Case,
Soul II Soul,
Idris Muhammad,
Cameo,
Nas,
Darondo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Make Up,
David Bowie,
Soulsonic Force,
Bill Near,
The Fire Engines,
D'Angelo,
Japan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
H. Thieme,
Arcadia,
Rod Modell,
Trumans Water,
Jerry's Kids,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sam Rivers,
Inner City,
Nico,
New York Dolls,
Das Ding,
Roy Ayers,
Harmonia,
Robert Wyatt,
Pet Shop Boys,
Au Pairs,
Ultravox,
OOIOO,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fela Kuti,
Altered Images,
MDC,
ABC,
One Last Wish,
Silicon Teens,
The Sound,
Leonard Cohen,
Index,
Harry Pussy,
CMW,
Camberwell Now,
Animal Collective,
Prince Buster,
Nik Kershaw,
Fugazi,
Banda Bassotti,
Scan 7,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Dead C,
Slave,
Ohio Players,
Piero Umiliani,
Gang Green,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.