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 United Kingdom and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 David Bowie 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a synthesizer 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 harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Babytalk,
Faust,
Moby Grape,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Smoke,
The Beau Brummels,
Sam Rivers,
Funky Four + One,
The Residents,
Barrington Levy,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Gap Band,
Dave Gahan,
Andrew Hill,
Iggy Pop,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Chris & Cosey,
The Modern Lovers,
Michelle Simonal,
Jandek,
the Slits,
Glambeats Corp.,
T.S.O.L.,
Theoretical Girls,
the Sonics,
The Pop Group,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eve St. Jones,
Eden Ahbez,
Soulsonic Force,
Marshall Jefferson,
Amon Düül II,
Tubeway Army,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Young Rascals,
Idris Muhammad,
Gichy Dan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Shuggie Otis,
Quantec,
The Victims,
Black Bananas,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Knickerbockers,
MDC,
Derrick Morgan,
Marmalade,
Lungfish,
Stetsasonic,
Animal Collective,
Simply Red,
Parry Music,
The Mojo Men,
Ten City,
Gang Starr,
Sonic Youth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Germs,
Japan,
PIL,
Bobby Womack,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.