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 Monaco and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the punk 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Freddie Wadling,
Althea and Donna,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rufus Thomas,
Fad Gadget,
Scientists,
Rakim,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Brick,
Isaac Hayes,
The Electric Prunes,
Technova,
Nico,
Derrick May,
AZ,
H. Thieme,
The Monochrome Set,
Lou Christie,
Silicon Teens,
The Fire Engines,
Blake Baxter,
Severed Heads,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Make Up,
Todd Terry,
Half Japanese,
Motorama,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Intrusion,
Roxette,
Ornette Coleman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Trojans,
Ossler,
New York Dolls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Stereo Dub,
Minnie Riperton,
The Litter,
Magma,
Letta Mbulu,
Skriet,
Pierre Henry,
Radiohead,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Darondo,
Roy Ayers,
Depeche Mode,
Gichy Dan,
Stetsasonic,
Juan Atkins,
Brass Construction,
Banda Bassotti,
Ponytail,
Byron Stingily,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.