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 Mexico and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 Cheater Slicks to the crunk 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe 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 sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Johnny Osbourne,
Johnny Clarke,
Parry Music,
Bob Dylan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Piero Umiliani,
Ohio Players,
The Kinks,
Fluxion,
Roger Hodgson,
Country Teasers,
Joensuu 1685,
Man Eating Sloth,
Accadde A,
Patti Smith,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gang Gang Dance,
Public Image Ltd.,
In Retrospect,
Junior Murvin,
Sun City Girls,
Grey Daturas,
The Cowsills,
The Five Americans,
Trumans Water,
Flamin' Groovies,
Royal Trux,
The Count Five,
The Dirtbombs,
Rapeman,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gregory Isaacs,
Moss Icon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Subhumans,
La Düsseldorf,
Boredoms,
Rosa Yemen,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Happenings,
Marmalade,
Sun Ra,
Public Enemy,
X-102,
Ultravox,
Amon Düül,
Mantronix,
Surgeon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
These Immortal Souls,
Banda Bassotti,
The Cramps,
Don Cherry,
Boz Scaggs,
Masters at Work,
Intrusion,
Letta Mbulu,
Jeff Mills,
Fat Boys,
Stiv Bators,
Tears for Fears,
Rites of Spring,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.