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 Sweden and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Joe Smooth to the dance 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a spring reverb 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 a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Derrick Morgan,
Skaos,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Radiohead,
Fatback Band,
UT,
Accadde A,
Aaron Thompson,
The Gap Band,
Todd Rundgren,
The Smoke,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scientists,
John Holt,
Talk Talk,
Japan,
Ossler,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Yellowson,
Joe Finger,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Roger Hodgson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Josef K,
Mad Mike,
Bobby Sherman,
The Monks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Deadbeat,
A Certain Ratio,
Heaven 17,
The Misunderstood,
Lindisfarne,
Ice-T,
Glenn Branca,
Shoche,
X-Ray Spex,
T.S.O.L.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Von Mondo,
Shuggie Otis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Todd Terry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bill Wells,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Camberwell Now,
Barbara Tucker,
Tomorrow,
Soul Sonic Force,
Q65,
Donald Byrd,
Panda Bear,
Interpol,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marine Girls,
Sight & Sound,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.