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 Dominica and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes 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 Kool Moe Dee to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum 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 synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Swell Maps,
The Happenings,
Cybotron,
Excepter,
Sam Rivers,
Rites of Spring,
The Shadows of Knight,
OOIOO,
Lyres,
Erykah Badu,
Hasil Adkins,
Accadde A,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Raincoats,
Stereo Dub,
Soft Machine,
The Fire Engines,
Gang of Four,
Scan 7,
The Leaves,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Gladiators,
Funky Four + One,
Colin Newman,
DNA,
Josef K,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Human League,
Erasure,
B.T. Express,
Slick Rick,
Faraquet,
Guru Guru,
Skriet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
China Crisis,
Radiohead,
Rod Modell,
Davy DMX,
Barrington Levy,
Judy Mowatt,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Sheep,
The Invisible,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sound Behaviour,
Dead Boys,
The Doobie Brothers,
Peter and Kerry,
Tommy Roe,
Buzzcocks,
Bobby Byrd,
KRS-One,
Shoche,
Aloha Tigers,
Groovy Waters,
The Gories,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.