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 Dominican Republic and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Heaven 17,
Rapeman,
The Fuzztones,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobby Byrd,
Ponytail,
a-ha,
The Seeds,
Slave,
T. Rex,
Masters at Work,
Young Marble Giants,
Stetsasonic,
Japan,
Accadde A,
Harry Pussy,
Porter Ricks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scan 7,
Rakim,
Index,
The Cramps,
Banda Bassotti,
The Monochrome Set,
Danielle Patucci,
The Buckinghams,
T.S.O.L.,
The Saints,
L. Decosne,
Absolute Body Control,
the Soft Cell,
Big Daddy Kane,
Das Ding,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Panda Bear,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Moon,
Sonic Youth,
Lyres,
OOIOO,
Fluxion,
Bob Dylan,
Parry Music,
Howard Jones,
Trumans Water,
Tears for Fears,
the Swans,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Detroit Cobras,
Davy DMX,
the Association,
Motorama,
Oneida,
Q65,
Shoche,
The Victims,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.