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 Italy and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Skaos to the rock 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Tom Boy,
Lindisfarne,
Clear Light,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gregory Isaacs,
Model 500,
The Stooges,
Wire,
Youth Brigade,
The Dave Clark Five,
Frankie Knuckles,
Underground Resistance,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nick Fraelich,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Drive Like Jehu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Durutti Column,
The Searchers,
Aloha Tigers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
H. Thieme,
Panda Bear,
Smog,
Radio Birdman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Byron Stingily,
Maleditus Sound,
Pussy Galore,
Lee Hazlewood,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sun City Girls,
Hashim,
Gang of Four,
Severed Heads,
Barbara Tucker,
Talk Talk,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Morten Harket,
Supertramp,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Evens,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Bar-Kays,
Freddie Wadling,
Albert Ayler,
Marc Almond,
Silicon Teens,
Scratch Acid,
Ponytail,
In Retrospect,
Don Cherry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Country Teasers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jerry's Kids,
Danielle Patucci,
Technova,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.