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 Honduras and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Invisible to the rap 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 rhodes and a linndrum 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 marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Ponytail,
Marine Girls,
Icehouse,
Buzzcocks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lakeside,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fad Gadget,
Echospace,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Gories,
Kayak,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sister Nancy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Yaz,
The Buckinghams,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Searchers,
Nico,
The Knickerbockers,
Chris & Cosey,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jeru the Damaja,
Deadbeat,
Bizarre Inc.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bang On A Can,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ituana,
Zapp,
Danielle Patucci,
Dual Sessions,
Arab on Radar,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Flag,
Tears for Fears,
Mars,
Peter & Gordon,
Pagans,
Faust,
Soul II Soul,
Alice Coltrane,
Oblivians,
Soft Machine,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Toasters,
John Holt,
Nils Olav,
Schoolly D,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Human League,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mo-Dettes,
The Leaves,
Trumans Water,
Rapeman,
Jeff Mills,
Skaos,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.