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 Serbia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Accra.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Fela Kuti to the disco 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum 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 guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
EPMD,
The Standells,
Hot Snakes,
kango's stein massive,
Rites of Spring,
the Soft Cell,
Marshall Jefferson,
Slave,
Todd Rundgren,
Robert Hood,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bill Near,
Agent Orange,
Chrome,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
T.S.O.L.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bush Tetras,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rotary Connection,
the Association,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Gories,
Los Fastidios,
Thee Headcoats,
The Knickerbockers,
Zero Boys,
The Victims,
Amon Düül,
Bootsy Collins,
Accadde A,
Tomorrow,
Ronnie Foster,
Jerry's Kids,
X-102,
Big Daddy Kane,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fatback Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Flag,
Outsiders,
The Count Five,
Sound Behaviour,
Erykah Badu,
Glambeats Corp.,
Malaria!,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Sound,
Flash Fearless,
Reuben Wilson,
Eddi Front,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
JFA,
Andrew Hill,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Leaves,
a-ha,
The Neon Judgement,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.