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 Oman and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the sitar 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 These Immortal Souls to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar 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 rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Yellowson,
Con Funk Shun,
Scion,
Absolute Body Control,
Sex Pistols,
Marmalade,
The Residents,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Don Cherry,
Funkadelic,
New York Dolls,
Shuggie Otis,
Andrew Hill,
Radiopuhelimet,
Monks,
Eric Copeland,
Barbara Tucker,
Brand Nubian,
Alison Limerick,
Nico,
Toni Rubio,
Prince Buster,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marshall Jefferson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
In Retrospect,
The Busters,
The Five Americans,
Gastr Del Sol,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Masters at Work,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Soft Cell,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Byron Stingily,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Red Krayola,
Reuben Wilson,
Sparks,
Accadde A,
Popol Vuh,
Massinfluence,
The Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare,
One Last Wish,
Stockholm Monsters,
Todd Terry,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soul II Soul,
Parry Music,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scientists,
Nation of Ulysses,
Infiniti,
Lightning Bolt,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Moleskins,
Wings,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.