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 Cameroon and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Stooges to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Chris Corsano,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Swell Maps,
The Durutti Column,
Robert Görl,
Zero Boys,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sex Pistols,
Dark Day,
Marcia Griffiths,
Agent Orange,
Ultravox,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Gories,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scion,
Barclay James Harvest,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Zapp,
Grauzone,
X-Ray Spex,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Cure,
Deepchord,
Simply Red,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Blackbyrds,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Q65,
Man Eating Sloth,
Guru Guru,
Groovy Waters,
Danielle Patucci,
Tomorrow,
Spoonie Gee,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ponytail,
Popol Vuh,
Leonard Cohen,
One Last Wish,
Moby Grape,
Franke,
The Angels of Light,
Livin' Joy,
Smog,
The Flesh Eaters,
Albert Ayler,
K-Klass,
Max Romeo,
David Axelrod,
Peter & Gordon,
Can,
OOIOO,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.