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 Cambodia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the guitar 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 Leaves to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Soulsonic Force,
Kayak,
The Pop Group,
Harry Pussy,
Swell Maps,
cv313,
Pantytec,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Harmonia,
The Star Department,
The Leaves,
Parry Music,
The Moleskins,
Eden Ahbez,
Kas Product,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gil Scott Heron,
Derrick May,
Trumans Water,
kango's stein massive,
The Walker Brothers,
Grey Daturas,
Mad Mike,
Marc Almond,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Cale,
Skarface,
X-102,
Lou Reed,
Fat Boys,
Average White Band,
Quando Quango,
Accadde A,
David McCallum,
The Fire Engines,
Ronnie Foster,
Donald Byrd,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Happenings,
Stockholm Monsters,
Siglo XX,
Sister Nancy,
Faraquet,
DNA,
The Last Poets,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Reagan Youth,
Stereo Dub,
The Gories,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lower 48,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kenny Larkin,
John Foxx,
Joensuu 1685,
E-Dancer,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.