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 Benin and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 La Düsseldorf to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Alice Coltrane,
Kayak,
Japan,
Nirvana,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mark Hollis,
Warsaw,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Agitation Free,
Ultimate Spinach,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Godley & Creme,
Lou Reed,
Dawn Penn,
Donny Hathaway,
The Gladiators,
Todd Rundgren,
Brick,
The Doobie Brothers,
Theoretical Girls,
Parry Music,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lindisfarne,
The Modern Lovers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Con Funk Shun,
Dennis Brown,
David Bowie,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Depeche Mode,
Morten Harket,
The Cowsills,
Danielle Patucci,
Jacob Miller,
Severed Heads,
Liliput,
The Busters,
The Gories,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Flag,
Audionom,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Yazoo,
Bootsy Collins,
Darondo,
Negative Approach,
Cal Tjader,
Whodini,
the Bar-Kays,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
This Heat,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.