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 Ecuador and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Vogues to the crunk 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin 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 chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Rakim,
Blake Baxter,
The Shadows of Knight,
Duran Duran,
Don Cherry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Audionom,
The Modern Lovers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Los Fastidios,
48th St. Collective,
Althea and Donna,
Hashim,
Zapp,
Arab on Radar,
Sandy B,
a-ha,
T. Rex,
The Barracudas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Black Dice,
The Music Machine,
The Pretty Things,
Gabor Szabo,
The Standells,
Mantronix,
Donald Byrd,
Dennis Brown,
Country Teasers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cybotron,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ponytail,
The Real Kids,
The Smoke,
Echospace,
Jacques Brel,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Infiniti,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roy Ayers,
Brand Nubian,
Scientists,
Tim Buckley,
The Fall,
Wings,
Fela Kuti,
The Misunderstood,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scott Walker,
Warren Ellis,
Moby Grape,
Leonard Cohen,
Jandek,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Vogues,
David McCallum,
The Stooges,
Fear,
Connie Case,
Lou Christie,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.