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 Finland and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Offenders to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare 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 güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Ultra Naté,
Eve St. Jones,
Joe Smooth,
June Days,
Gabor Szabo,
Roy Ayers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Index,
The Knickerbockers,
Charles Mingus,
Buzzcocks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gang Green,
Soft Cell,
Neu!,
The Birthday Party,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Red Krayola,
Curtis Mayfield,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joyce Sims,
Crash Course in Science,
Swans,
Minny Pops,
Erasure,
H. Thieme,
Warsaw,
The Seeds,
Roger Hodgson,
Mantronix,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Byron Stingily,
Tommy Roe,
Soft Machine,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fire Engines,
Letta Mbulu,
Index,
Scion,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tubeway Army,
EPMD,
Crime,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mark Hollis,
Masters at Work,
Siglo XX,
Suicide,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rod Modell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Silicon Teens,
Absolute Body Control,
Ken Boothe,
Sun City Girls,
Barrington Levy,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.