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 Serbia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Andrew Hill to the funk 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
ABC,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Amon Düül II,
Tommy Roe,
Pharoah Sanders,
New Order,
Procol Harum,
The Star Department,
Brothers Johnson,
Index,
Anakelly,
Chris & Cosey,
The Invisible,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Man Parrish,
Blancmange,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roy Ayers,
Jimmy McGriff,
CMW,
The Techniques,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fluxion,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stetsasonic,
EPMD,
the Soft Cell,
Harpers Bizarre,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Blossom Toes,
Mad Mike,
Lightning Bolt,
Funkadelic,
L. Decosne,
Bootsy Collins,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sparks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Negative Approach,
Los Fastidios,
Laurel Aitken,
Lee Hazlewood,
Godley & Creme,
Faraquet,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fall,
Bush Tetras,
Tom Boy,
The Fugs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
James White and The Blacks,
The Wake,
Spandau Ballet,
Mission of Burma,
The Fortunes,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.