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 Cuba and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Section 25 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Pole,
Joe Finger,
Hasil Adkins,
Pagans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
China Crisis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sight & Sound,
Minor Threat,
The Techniques,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Siglo XX,
Desert Stars,
Monolake,
The Neon Judgement,
Lindisfarne,
Japan,
Dawn Penn,
Brass Construction,
Davy DMX,
Motorama,
The Slackers,
Sex Pistols,
Zero Boys,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Skatalites,
Average White Band,
L. Decosne,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eric Dolphy,
The Saints,
Kool Moe Dee,
Harry Pussy,
MC5,
Jandek,
Glenn Branca,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wings,
Pharoah Sanders,
Reuben Wilson,
Pantaleimon,
Malaria!,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
La Düsseldorf,
Soulsonic Force,
Lakeside,
Bluetip,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Stooges,
Amazonics,
Idris Muhammad,
Depeche Mode,
Model 500,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Evens,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.