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 Lithuania and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the rap 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a mellotron 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 snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Animal Collective,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Surgeon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sixth Finger,
Crooked Eye,
Janne Schatter,
The Kinks,
Harpers Bizarre,
David Axelrod,
The Tremeloes,
The Blackbyrds,
Zero Boys,
the Human League,
KRS-One,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joy Division,
Deepchord,
Panda Bear,
Ice-T,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nik Kershaw,
Cheater Slicks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Suicide,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobby Sherman,
Excepter,
The Golliwogs,
Freddie Wadling,
ABC,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cabaret Voltaire,
James Chance & The Contortions,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wasted Youth,
Quantec,
Darondo,
Accadde A,
The Selecter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Five Americans,
cv313,
The Leaves,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lou Reed,
Donald Byrd,
Eric Copeland,
Spandau Ballet,
Pylon,
Rotary Connection,
Man Eating Sloth,
Letta Mbulu,
Piero Umiliani,
Flash Fearless,
Dawn Penn,
Ultravox,
The Buckinghams,
The Happenings,
Outsiders,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.