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 Tunisia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the grunge 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin 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 chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Spandau Ballet,
Sam Rivers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Lydon,
Newcleus,
Yaz,
The Fugs,
Arthur Verocai,
The Pop Group,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Slackers,
Joensuu 1685,
Aaron Thompson,
Skriet,
The American Breed,
Ituana,
The Toasters,
Moby Grape,
Cameo,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Electric Prunes,
Harmonia,
Monks,
T.S.O.L.,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Grass Roots,
The Move,
Neil Young,
Faraquet,
Radiopuhelimet,
Byron Stingily,
The Alarm Clocks,
AZ,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Schoolly D,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rotary Connection,
Wally Richardson,
Groovy Waters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soul II Soul,
The Divine Comedy,
Delta 5,
Average White Band,
The Smoke,
cv313,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Residents,
One Last Wish,
Stockholm Monsters,
Barbara Tucker,
Intrusion,
Bad Manners,
Mandrill,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Malaria!,
Agent Orange,
Terry Callier,
Pussy Galore,
Fad Gadget,
Fela Kuti,
Sixth Finger,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.