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 Vanuatu and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer 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 Pantytec to the techno 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Susan Cadogan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Moss Icon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Malaria!,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Doors,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eric Dolphy,
Aloha Tigers,
Unwound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Leonard Cohen,
Tres Demented,
Bill Near,
Circle Jerks,
Crime,
Eric Copeland,
DJ Style,
Curtis Mayfield,
Magma,
Darondo,
Altered Images,
The Golliwogs,
Junior Murvin,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Minny Pops,
Matthew Halsall,
Unrelated Segments,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scan 7,
Robert Görl,
Animal Collective,
Gastr Del Sol,
London Community Gospel Choir,
AZ,
Bob Dylan,
T. Rex,
Joe Smooth,
Quantec,
Wire,
Johnny Clarke,
Steve Hackett,
Nils Olav,
Lou Christie,
Shuggie Otis,
R.M.O.,
The Raincoats,
Kerri Chandler,
The Last Poets,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
New York Dolls,
Surgeon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.