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 Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tehran.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 New York Dolls to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters 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 guitar and a harpsichord 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 arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Desert Stars,
Infiniti,
Simply Red,
Jeru the Damaja,
Frankie Knuckles,
Easy Going,
Michelle Simonal,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Slick Rick,
Harry Pussy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nirvana,
Unrelated Segments,
The Monks,
Surgeon,
Brass Construction,
Intrusion,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kerri Chandler,
Chrome,
Urselle,
Oblivians,
Connie Case,
Eric Dolphy,
Bang On A Can,
Big Daddy Kane,
Royal Trux,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Monolake,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Yaz,
Eden Ahbez,
Arthur Verocai,
Lou Reed,
Television Personalities,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fad Gadget,
Morten Harket,
U.S. Maple,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Amon Düül,
Al Stewart,
Maleditus Sound,
Leonard Cohen,
Sonic Youth,
Ohio Players,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Archie Shepp,
Laurel Aitken,
Jandek,
David Axelrod,
The Dirtbombs,
The Slackers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Khruangbin,
Bobby Byrd,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cluster,
Suburban Knight,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.