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 Costa Rica and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cluster to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator 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 marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Dave Gahan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sam Rivers,
Cluster,
Porter Ricks,
Rakim,
Deadbeat,
Agent Orange,
Mo-Dettes,
Lou Christie,
The Cowsills,
Pantytec,
Skarface,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Brass Construction,
Ultra Naté,
Pere Ubu,
Surgeon,
Crash Course in Science,
Aural Exciters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lucky Dragons,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Misunderstood,
Nils Olav,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Peter and Kerry,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gang Starr,
The Fire Engines,
Frankie Knuckles,
Liliput,
The Buckinghams,
Jacob Miller,
Terrestrial Tones,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rekid,
Bauhaus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
One Last Wish,
Rotary Connection,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Spoonie Gee,
FM Einheit,
Glenn Branca,
Drexciya,
Letta Mbulu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Erykah Badu,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hoover,
Funky Four + One,
EPMD,
Black Sheep,
The Gun Club,
The Music Machine,
Q and Not U,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.