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 Cyprus and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Young Rascals to the techno 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin 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?
Archie Shepp,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bob Dylan,
Aswad,
Soulsonic Force,
Radiohead,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marine Girls,
The Sound,
Rekid,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pierre Henry,
Lee Hazlewood,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Skarface,
Connie Case,
Amazonics,
The Birthday Party,
Idris Muhammad,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Slits,
Easy Going,
Wasted Youth,
Donny Hathaway,
The Skatalites,
Alphaville,
Rotary Connection,
Gil Scott Heron,
Quantec,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
New Order,
Unwound,
Bootsy Collins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eric Copeland,
Ossler,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eyeless In Gaza,
U.S. Maple,
Pantytec,
Peter and Kerry,
Deakin,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Seeds,
Barbara Tucker,
Pantaleimon,
The Litter,
Alison Limerick,
the Association,
Wally Richardson,
MC5,
Au Pairs,
DJ Style,
The Doobie Brothers,
Maleditus Sound,
Beasts of Bourbon,
EPMD,
Laurel Aitken,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.