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 Lithuania and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Technova to the punk 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare 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 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Pantaleimon,
Banda Bassotti,
Gang Starr,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Jacques Brel,
The Doors,
The Kinks,
Pantytec,
The Cure,
Porter Ricks,
E-Dancer,
Warren Ellis,
The Pop Group,
Stereo Dub,
Swans,
Accadde A,
Idris Muhammad,
Can,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ice-T,
Joe Smooth,
The Durutti Column,
Gang Green,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Darondo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Technova,
Lyres,
Peter and Kerry,
Second Layer,
Lalo Schifrin,
Easy Going,
Tomorrow,
Susan Cadogan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Blake Baxter,
The Seeds,
The J.B.'s,
The Monks,
Bobby Sherman,
Newcleus,
Chris Corsano,
the Germs,
Wire,
Minutemen,
Morten Harket,
Duran Duran,
the Sonics,
Half Japanese,
Brothers Johnson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Dirtbombs,
Scion,
Nick Fraelich,
Donny Hathaway,
The Happenings,
Crime,
Saccharine Trust,
PIL,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.