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 Afghanistan and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba 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 Con Funk Shun to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar 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 sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Gun Club,
Unrelated Segments,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sexual Harrassment,
John Coltrane,
Sandy B,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Deakin,
Eve St. Jones,
Flash Fearless,
the Swans,
JFA,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Heaven 17,
Quando Quango,
Cybotron,
Procol Harum,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Mojo Men,
CMW,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Excepter,
Oblivians,
Zero Boys,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fuzztones,
The Red Krayola,
the Germs,
Steve Hackett,
Minor Threat,
Joyce Sims,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jandek,
Lyres,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ten City,
The New Christs,
ABBA,
Trumans Water,
The Busters,
Index,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dennis Brown,
Sun City Girls,
Surgeon,
Roger Hodgson,
The Doors,
Anakelly,
Desert Stars,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Cramps,
Yusef Lateef,
DJ Style,
Eric B and Rakim,
Shoche,
Au Pairs,
Neu!,
Rakim,
Moss Icon,
Soul II Soul,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.