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 Slovakia and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Barclay James Harvest to the jazz 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb 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 guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
The Stooges,
Bill Wells,
Rotary Connection,
Aloha Tigers,
The Gap Band,
Hashim,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ronan,
Warren Ellis,
Au Pairs,
Franke,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Derrick Morgan,
Tomorrow,
Marine Girls,
Laurel Aitken,
Fatback Band,
Alison Limerick,
Ponytail,
Nick Fraelich,
Supertramp,
June Days,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pagans,
Fela Kuti,
Camouflage,
DNA,
The Fugs,
Sällskapet,
Metal Thangz,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Josef K,
Aswad,
Youth Brigade,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sixth Finger,
Skriet,
Eden Ahbez,
The Smiths,
Panda Bear,
Scientists,
Thee Headcoats,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Agitation Free,
The Leaves,
Yellowson,
David Bowie,
Accadde A,
Mary Jane Girls,
Agent Orange,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eve St. Jones,
Symarip,
DJ Style,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.