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 India and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Trojans to the disco 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Inner City,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sonny Sharrock,
Zapp,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gerry Rafferty,
B.T. Express,
Peter and Kerry,
Matthew Bourne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bush Tetras,
Easy Going,
Rekid,
Los Fastidios,
Masters at Work,
John Holt,
Accadde A,
The Leaves,
Minutemen,
Quantec,
Anakelly,
Maurizio,
Agitation Free,
FM Einheit,
PIL,
Amon Düül II,
Mad Mike,
Yusef Lateef,
Sonic Youth,
Youth Brigade,
Marine Girls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rapeman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pylon,
Sparks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Khruangbin,
Carl Craig,
Soft Cell,
Radio Birdman,
Tres Demented,
Cluster,
Public Enemy,
Von Mondo,
Wolf Eyes,
The American Breed,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sex Pistols,
Wasted Youth,
Fela Kuti,
Gregory Isaacs,
Suburban Knight,
Stetsasonic,
Blossom Toes,
Jandek,
Scientists,
Bang On A Can,
Marc Almond,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.