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 United Kingdom and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the güiro 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 Tubeway Army to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord 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 güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Moon,
Anakelly,
Kayak,
Lightning Bolt,
The Gladiators,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Juan Atkins,
Mad Mike,
E-Dancer,
Rites of Spring,
Deakin,
The Monochrome Set,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Happenings,
Young Marble Giants,
Bush Tetras,
Erykah Badu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Chris Corsano,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Young Rascals,
Funkadelic,
Sarah Menescal,
Guru Guru,
Index,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mission of Burma,
Ken Boothe,
Rosa Yemen,
DJ Sneak,
EPMD,
Pantaleimon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soft Machine,
A Certain Ratio,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Josef K,
Leonard Cohen,
Boz Scaggs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Detroit Cobras,
Al Stewart,
Alison Limerick,
The Invisible,
The Index,
Underground Resistance,
Y Pants,
Kurtis Blow,
Gil Scott Heron,
Curtis Mayfield,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Junior Murvin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Barry Ungar,
The Birthday Party,
Deadbeat,
Toni Rubio,
Archie Shepp,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.