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 Bolivia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Depeche Mode to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Shoche,
Sam Rivers,
Bob Dylan,
ABC,
Ronan,
Adolescents,
Public Enemy,
Avey Tare,
Make Up,
Flipper,
Nils Olav,
L. Decosne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Black Dice,
Kurtis Blow,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roger Hodgson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mo-Dettes,
K-Klass,
The Trojans,
Connie Case,
The Names,
Main Source,
Sight & Sound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gang Starr,
The Motions,
The Seeds,
The Saints,
The New Christs,
New York Dolls,
Peter & Gordon,
Eden Ahbez,
Silicon Teens,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Peter and Kerry,
Howard Jones,
Accadde A,
Hasil Adkins,
The Dead C,
Newcleus,
Bobby Womack,
The Buckinghams,
The Evens,
Suicide,
Audionom,
The Associates,
Barbara Tucker,
Section 25,
Magma,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Shuggie Otis,
Danielle Patucci,
The Detroit Cobras,
Can,
Pagans,
Rosa Yemen,
The Monochrome Set,
Patti Smith,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.