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 Estonia and from Woodstock.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 X-101 to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Agitation Free,
Roy Ayers,
The Detroit Cobras,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Stooges,
The Moleskins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Byron Stingily,
The Music Machine,
Marine Girls,
Shuggie Otis,
Angry Samoans,
The Last Poets,
Roxette,
Ronan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gang Green,
Colin Newman,
Scan 7,
Arcadia,
Blancmange,
The Seeds,
F. McDonald,
Inner City,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Offenders,
Young Marble Giants,
Bob Dylan,
Josef K,
New York Dolls,
Pagans,
Lakeside,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ultravox,
Albert Ayler,
The Cowsills,
Mark Hollis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Audionom,
Accadde A,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Five Americans,
The Evens,
Isaac Hayes,
Ornette Coleman,
Rakim,
Jerry's Kids,
Monolake,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Camouflage,
OOIOO,
Jeff Mills,
Bad Manners,
DJ Style,
Amon Düül II,
The Divine Comedy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Half Japanese,
June Days,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.