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 Tanzania and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the guitar 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 Basic Channel to the grime 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths 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 rhodes and a marimba 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 rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
June of 44,
H. Thieme,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tommy Roe,
Section 25,
The Barracudas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Don Cherry,
The Selecter,
Fatback Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Television Personalities,
Jeff Mills,
Glenn Branca,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Standells,
Q and Not U,
The Detroit Cobras,
DJ Style,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Y Pants,
Country Teasers,
Loose Ends,
Magazine,
Sällskapet,
Rekid,
Subhumans,
Saccharine Trust,
Joensuu 1685,
Index,
Supertramp,
The Dirtbombs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Groovy Waters,
PIL,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rosa Yemen,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mandrill,
Monks,
DNA,
Dual Sessions,
Steve Hackett,
The Red Krayola,
Fear,
48th St. Collective,
Half Japanese,
Black Bananas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pussy Galore,
Mo-Dettes,
Colin Newman,
Kool Moe Dee,
Idris Muhammad,
Deadbeat,
Eve St. Jones,
Lakeside,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.