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 Switzerland and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 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 Jimmy McGriff to the jazz 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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe 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 synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Agent Orange,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Blancmange,
Joe Finger,
Talk Talk,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ultra Naté,
Pulsallama,
Aural Exciters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lower 48,
Sister Nancy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Monolake,
The Sonics,
Masters at Work,
Gang of Four,
Todd Rundgren,
Minny Pops,
Scratch Acid,
Subhumans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bob Dylan,
This Heat,
John Holt,
Black Moon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rod Modell,
Mark Hollis,
Oblivians,
Audionom,
Scan 7,
Jacques Brel,
Oneida,
Boredoms,
Scientists,
Matthew Bourne,
Yusef Lateef,
Porter Ricks,
Brass Construction,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Cale,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tommy Roe,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Television,
Duran Duran,
Ludus,
Vainqueur,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Graham Central Station,
Andrew Hill,
the Swans,
Clear Light,
Black Sheep,
Second Layer,
CMW,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.