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 Comoros and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Susan Cadogan to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fatback Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Average White Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Aaron Thompson,
T.S.O.L.,
Circle Jerks,
Parry Music,
Erasure,
Chris Corsano,
Colin Newman,
The Human League,
Fela Kuti,
Kenny Larkin,
Aswad,
Symarip,
New Age Steppers,
Yusef Lateef,
Fat Boys,
John Lydon,
Deadbeat,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Das Ding,
Matthew Halsall,
Simply Red,
Monolake,
Gerry Rafferty,
Isaac Hayes,
F. McDonald,
EPMD,
Lou Christie,
Sarah Menescal,
H. Thieme,
Jandek,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mantronix,
Sex Pistols,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Sheep,
Bobby Byrd,
One Last Wish,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Misunderstood,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The J.B.'s,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Young Rascals,
Arcadia,
La Düsseldorf,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Quando Quango,
Bootsy Collins,
Radio Birdman,
Dawn Penn,
June of 44,
The Victims,
Jacob Miller,
Technova,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.