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 Malta and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer 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 The Blackbyrds to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 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 a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Grauzone,
Albert Ayler,
World's Most,
Eric Copeland,
Todd Rundgren,
The Stooges,
Surgeon,
Stiv Bators,
Yusef Lateef,
Skriet,
The Index,
Arcadia,
New Age Steppers,
Saccharine Trust,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crooked Eye,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Donald Byrd,
Sam Rivers,
The Star Department,
Kas Product,
DJ Style,
Rosa Yemen,
Unrelated Segments,
The Remains,
Procol Harum,
Ornette Coleman,
Rufus Thomas,
The Count Five,
Funky Four + One,
Inner City,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nils Olav,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Amon Düül,
One Last Wish,
Barry Ungar,
Supertramp,
Quando Quango,
ABBA,
Marmalade,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kaleidoscope,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Main Source,
Gang Green,
Young Marble Giants,
This Heat,
The Mojo Men,
Ralphi Rosario,
Warren Ellis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bauhaus,
Camouflage,
Andrew Hill,
Aaron Thompson,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.