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 Bangladesh and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Iggy Pop to the grunge 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
U.S. Maple,
10cc,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Morten Harket,
Lyres,
ABC,
Crash Course in Science,
Jawbox,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Derrick May,
Alice Coltrane,
Groovy Waters,
Gang Starr,
Skarface,
Ohio Players,
Agitation Free,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Los Fastidios,
ABBA,
Roxy Music,
Con Funk Shun,
Man Parrish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Faust,
The Techniques,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Flesh Eaters,
Young Marble Giants,
The Pretty Things,
Jacob Miller,
Ponytail,
Babytalk,
Fad Gadget,
The Grass Roots,
Deadbeat,
Gong,
Silicon Teens,
The Remains,
Mo-Dettes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sam Rivers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Index,
Kerrie Biddell,
Brothers Johnson,
Y Pants,
The Cure,
Arcadia,
Cybotron,
Camouflage,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crispian St. Peters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Accadde A,
Make Up,
The Victims,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.