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 Angola and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro 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 Janne Schatter to the funk 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Patti Smith,
Erykah Badu,
Bobby Byrd,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Cowsills,
Zero Boys,
James White and The Blacks,
Fatback Band,
Carl Craig,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pagans,
Subhumans,
Flipper,
Agitation Free,
Marcia Griffiths,
Big Daddy Kane,
Letta Mbulu,
Jeru the Damaja,
Warren Ellis,
David Axelrod,
Robert Görl,
Livin' Joy,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eurythmics,
The Sonics,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rites of Spring,
The Last Poets,
Bauhaus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fugazi,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Guru Guru,
Girls At Our Best!,
Second Layer,
JFA,
Man Parrish,
New Age Steppers,
The Walker Brothers,
Hashim,
Funkadelic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Chris Corsano,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Flag,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joy Division,
Sonny Sharrock,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
ABC,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Stereo Dub,
Tres Demented,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Faust,
Jacques Brel,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.