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 Liechtenstein and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 New York Dolls to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front 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 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
the Human League,
Sarah Menescal,
The Mojo Men,
Sandy B,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Essential Logic,
Eric Copeland,
In Retrospect,
New York Dolls,
Banda Bassotti,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Curtis Mayfield,
Make Up,
Skaos,
Joe Smooth,
Urselle,
Kerrie Biddell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marshall Jefferson,
X-102,
Eurythmics,
Youth Brigade,
Chris Corsano,
DNA,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soulsonic Force,
China Crisis,
Janne Schatter,
The Velvet Underground,
Al Stewart,
Skarface,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sällskapet,
Man Parrish,
The Motions,
Oneida,
Cecil Taylor,
Brand Nubian,
Pharoah Sanders,
U.S. Maple,
Dead Boys,
Dark Day,
Avey Tare,
June of 44,
Harry Pussy,
June Days,
Eric B and Rakim,
X-101,
Tomorrow,
Aural Exciters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Japan,
The Sound,
The Gun Club,
The Fortunes,
The Smoke,
Joensuu 1685,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.