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 Germany and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar 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 L. Decosne to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and an organ 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 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Amon Düül,
Yazoo,
Donny Hathaway,
Mad Mike,
Deakin,
Sight & Sound,
Slave,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Skaos,
Talk Talk,
Donald Byrd,
The Knickerbockers,
Cymande,
The Offenders,
Pierre Henry,
Technova,
a-ha,
Sällskapet,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Bananas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mary Jane Girls,
ABC,
the Swans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Man Parrish,
Scratch Acid,
Main Source,
The Sound,
Eli Mardock,
Supertramp,
Soft Machine,
Scrapy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Faraquet,
Tomorrow,
Bizarre Inc.,
48th St. Collective,
La Düsseldorf,
Ice-T,
CMW,
Fad Gadget,
Circle Jerks,
PIL,
Ultimate Spinach,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Pop Group,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rekid,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nirvana,
Heaven 17,
Moby Grape,
Index,
Interpol,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.