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 Djibouti and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Derrick May to the electroclash 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Steve Hackett,
Ralphi Rosario,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
These Immortal Souls,
Yaz,
Sixth Finger,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Barbara Tucker,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Golliwogs,
Sandy B,
Negative Approach,
Joe Finger,
The Cure,
Blancmange,
Crooked Eye,
Nation of Ulysses,
Public Image Ltd.,
Flash Fearless,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Danielle Patucci,
Al Stewart,
The Invisible,
The Smoke,
Swell Maps,
Arab on Radar,
Das Ding,
Slave,
Max Romeo,
Severed Heads,
Sight & Sound,
The Martian,
Audionom,
Pylon,
Faraquet,
Interpol,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cymande,
Agent Orange,
The Shadows of Knight,
AZ,
Chris & Cosey,
Dennis Brown,
This Heat,
Subhumans,
Young Marble Giants,
Motorama,
10cc,
Ronan,
Little Man,
Lindisfarne,
The Neon Judgement,
Spoonie Gee,
Pussy Galore,
Toni Rubio,
Dead Boys,
Electric Prunes,
Chris Corsano,
Heaven 17,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.