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 Israel and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Guru Guru to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba 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 harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Sonny Sharrock,
E-Dancer,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Clear Light,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Real Kids,
the Human League,
Black Bananas,
Pole,
The Smiths,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Tremeloes,
Pussy Galore,
Albert Ayler,
Boogie Down Productions,
Chris & Cosey,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Accadde A,
Godley & Creme,
The Index,
The Martian,
Suburban Knight,
Bronski Beat,
Toni Rubio,
Boredoms,
Frankie Knuckles,
kango's stein massive,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Heaven 17,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kaleidoscope,
Dead Boys,
Ice-T,
LL Cool J,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sight & Sound,
the Fania All-Stars,
Neil Young,
Arab on Radar,
Robert Görl,
Joey Negro,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Max Romeo,
Fela Kuti,
Ludus,
The Dead C,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fugs,
Delta 5,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eric B and Rakim,
Hasil Adkins,
10cc,
The Human League,
Shuggie Otis,
A Certain Ratio,
Aural Exciters,
Moebius,
Avey Tare,
Das Ding,
Shoche,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.