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 Cuba and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Eric B and Rakim to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord 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 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joensuu 1685,
Sound Behaviour,
David Bowie,
the Normal,
Joyce Sims,
The Blues Magoos,
Echospace,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Basic Channel,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joe Finger,
Liliput,
Gang Gang Dance,
Audionom,
Kurtis Blow,
Procol Harum,
Davy DMX,
Mark Hollis,
Dark Day,
Carl Craig,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nils Olav,
The United States of America,
The Music Machine,
Tears for Fears,
Depeche Mode,
Darondo,
Make Up,
Hasil Adkins,
Slick Rick,
The Stooges,
Yellowson,
Infiniti,
Morten Harket,
The Golliwogs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Public Enemy,
Harmonia,
A Certain Ratio,
Bauhaus,
The Fugs,
Marc Almond,
LL Cool J,
Cymande,
Cheater Slicks,
World's Most,
Duran Duran,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sonny Sharrock,
Das Ding,
This Heat,
Rites of Spring,
Michelle Simonal,
Vainqueur,
Panda Bear,
H. Thieme,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Lydon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Prince Buster,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.