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 Mexico and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Von Mondo to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba 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 oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Divine Comedy,
Spandau Ballet,
The Litter,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fugs,
Khruangbin,
Ronan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mission of Burma,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pussy Galore,
David McCallum,
Nils Olav,
Ultimate Spinach,
Babytalk,
Brothers Johnson,
Tomorrow,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Shadows of Knight,
Zero Boys,
Gang Green,
Chrome,
Excepter,
The Techniques,
JFA,
Massinfluence,
Tears for Fears,
Kayak,
Eric Dolphy,
Al Stewart,
Outsiders,
The Cure,
Mandrill,
Chris Corsano,
Sonny Sharrock,
Matthew Halsall,
Slave,
The Detroit Cobras,
Newcleus,
A Certain Ratio,
Rakim,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Kinks,
The Pretty Things,
Franke,
Can,
Ultra Naté,
Rapeman,
The Angels of Light,
The Red Krayola,
The Fire Engines,
Judy Mowatt,
The Happenings,
Maurizio,
Whodini,
Japan,
Flash Fearless,
Ice-T,
Index,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.