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 Mauritania and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 48th St. Collective to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes 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 synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Pantytec,
Mr. Review,
Jawbox,
Bush Tetras,
Funkadelic,
Deepchord,
ABC,
These Immortal Souls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pylon,
EPMD,
The Stooges,
Jacob Miller,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cameo,
Maurizio,
Radiopuhelimet,
Goldenarms,
Terry Callier,
JFA,
Interpol,
Oblivians,
Lalann,
Audionom,
The Tremeloes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Inner City,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Doors,
Infiniti,
The Blues Magoos,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Last Poets,
Junior Murvin,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Barracudas,
The Fire Engines,
The Slackers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cybotron,
Easy Going,
Black Moon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
10cc,
Al Stewart,
Radiohead,
The Gun Club,
Black Sheep,
Quando Quango,
Wire,
John Lydon,
CMW,
Panda Bear,
Jeff Mills,
Monolake,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roxette,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.