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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bizarre Inc. to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb 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 organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eric B and Rakim,
Goldenarms,
The Slackers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Skatalites,
Quadrant,
Outsiders,
Saccharine Trust,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sam Rivers,
ABC,
Iggy Pop,
Althea and Donna,
Depeche Mode,
Essential Logic,
The Smiths,
Stiv Bators,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fad Gadget,
The Knickerbockers,
Chris Corsano,
Slick Rick,
Swans,
Quantec,
Khruangbin,
Monolake,
Bush Tetras,
The Names,
Scott Walker,
The Fuzztones,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Techniques,
Tears for Fears,
The Human League,
The Fugs,
The Cure,
Vladislav Delay,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gang Starr,
Bobby Womack,
Erykah Badu,
Black Flag,
Buzzcocks,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fall,
Lou Reed,
Yaz,
Intrusion,
Radiopuhelimet,
Massinfluence,
Ossler,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Josef K,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jeff Mills,
Amon Düül,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.