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 Ethiopia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Lyon and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar 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 Camberwell Now to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a güiro 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 harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Amon Düül,
Index,
Rapeman,
The Mummies,
Skarface,
Marcia Griffiths,
Matthew Bourne,
The Sound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Supertramp,
Jacques Brel,
John Cale,
Nik Kershaw,
Drexciya,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nico,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roy Ayers,
L. Decosne,
Model 500,
The Fortunes,
Pulsallama,
Hasil Adkins,
Marc Almond,
Johnny Clarke,
ABC,
China Crisis,
Organ,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Techniques,
The Remains,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Main Source,
Mission of Burma,
Reuben Wilson,
Warren Ellis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Unwound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Quadrant,
The American Breed,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marvin Gaye,
Monolake,
Grauzone,
Angry Samoans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Popol Vuh,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Albert Ayler,
Stiv Bators,
Mad Mike,
The Cramps,
Joey Negro,
Scan 7,
Don Cherry,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.