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 Albania and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin 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 One Last Wish to the rock 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro 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 oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Altered Images,
The Golliwogs,
New York Dolls,
H. Thieme,
World's Most,
Joyce Sims,
The Alarm Clocks,
Reagan Youth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Josef K,
Iggy Pop,
The Mojo Men,
Barrington Levy,
Archie Shepp,
Ken Boothe,
Crash Course in Science,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Divine Comedy,
Funkadelic,
Minor Threat,
Marmalade,
Lou Reed,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Surgeon,
LL Cool J,
Godley & Creme,
Magazine,
Tears for Fears,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Blues Magoos,
Khruangbin,
L. Decosne,
Arthur Verocai,
John Foxx,
Harmonia,
Bill Wells,
Arab on Radar,
DJ Style,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Parry Music,
Stetsasonic,
Fear,
Television Personalities,
Mission of Burma,
Joy Division,
The Residents,
Connie Case,
Carl Craig,
Gong,
Infiniti,
The Fortunes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pierre Henry,
Hardrive,
AZ,
Chrome,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Neil Young,
Danielle Patucci,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.