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 Serbia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Von Mondo to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 an organ 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 sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The J.B.'s,
Graham Central Station,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eric Copeland,
Marmalade,
Bobby Byrd,
Amon Düül,
Young Marble Giants,
New Order,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Normal,
The Neon Judgement,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Minny Pops,
Pantytec,
Moss Icon,
Nico,
Stockholm Monsters,
Panda Bear,
Echospace,
Harry Pussy,
Smog,
Mandrill,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Youth Brigade,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ronnie Foster,
8 Eyed Spy,
Parry Music,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Peter and Kerry,
Make Up,
Basic Channel,
The Sound,
Ice-T,
Avey Tare,
Marc Almond,
The Smiths,
Johnny Clarke,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gang Green,
Faust,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
K-Klass,
The Modern Lovers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hot Snakes,
Franke,
Quantec,
Ronan,
Kurtis Blow,
The Star Department,
The Kinks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Underground Resistance,
Fifty Foot Hose,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.