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 Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fat Boys to the crunk 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet 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 synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Quando Quango,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Trumans Water,
D'Angelo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Names,
Average White Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rites of Spring,
Drive Like Jehu,
Zapp,
Angry Samoans,
Sound Behaviour,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
UT,
The Slackers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Stetsasonic,
Sällskapet,
F. McDonald,
The Tremeloes,
Dave Gahan,
Mission of Burma,
Little Man,
Barrington Levy,
Agent Orange,
Rod Modell,
Gerry Rafferty,
New Order,
AZ,
The Birthday Party,
Junior Murvin,
Curtis Mayfield,
Skriet,
DJ Sneak,
Absolute Body Control,
Roxy Music,
John Holt,
Darondo,
Accadde A,
Massinfluence,
Brick,
Monks,
Main Source,
Max Romeo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gil Scott Heron,
Donald Byrd,
Byron Stingily,
The United States of America,
Model 500,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ultra Naté,
Skarface,
Roger Hodgson,
Joey Negro,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.