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 Austria and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Electric Prunes to the grime 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a marimba 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 sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Peter & Gordon,
Organ,
Half Japanese,
The Golliwogs,
Quantec,
Laurel Aitken,
Joyce Sims,
Isaac Hayes,
CMW,
Can,
The Move,
David Axelrod,
X-102,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gichy Dan,
The Misunderstood,
Junior Murvin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fad Gadget,
Skaos,
Roxy Music,
Robert Hood,
Slave,
Surgeon,
Panda Bear,
Cal Tjader,
Ronan,
Soul II Soul,
Tim Buckley,
Reagan Youth,
The Modern Lovers,
Hashim,
Guru Guru,
Steve Hackett,
Gang Gang Dance,
Audionom,
Mo-Dettes,
The Moleskins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fatback Band,
Henry Cow,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Easy Going,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pagans,
Flash Fearless,
Aswad,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobby Sherman,
K-Klass,
Robert Görl,
The Happenings,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The J.B.'s,
Ice-T,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rekid,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.