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 Mozambique and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 Public Image Ltd. to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Subhumans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Public Enemy,
Accadde A,
Unwound,
Dennis Brown,
Kenny Larkin,
CMW,
Neil Young,
In Retrospect,
Bill Near,
Crash Course in Science,
The Saints,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mad Mike,
The Names,
The Index,
Hasil Adkins,
Sugar Minott,
Fad Gadget,
Half Japanese,
Motorama,
David Axelrod,
Rapeman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mandrill,
Ken Boothe,
The Doors,
Model 500,
Bootsy Collins,
Kas Product,
Wolf Eyes,
Mission of Burma,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lou Christie,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Technova,
Gong,
Quantec,
The Fugs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tommy Roe,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Normal,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rosa Yemen,
Malaria!,
One Last Wish,
Japan,
Albert Ayler,
Funkadelic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Peter & Gordon,
Royal Trux,
The Velvet Underground,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Blake Baxter,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.