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 Switzerland and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Five Americans to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro 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 guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gang Gang Dance,
Theoretical Girls,
Jacques Brel,
Patti Smith,
Big Daddy Kane,
Drexciya,
Minnie Riperton,
The Stooges,
Royal Trux,
Groovy Waters,
Los Fastidios,
The Five Americans,
Gerry Rafferty,
La Düsseldorf,
The Standells,
The Motions,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tommy Roe,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ronan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joy Division,
Stetsasonic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Deakin,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Pretty Things,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gichy Dan,
Robert Hood,
Dave Gahan,
Lakeside,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Althea and Donna,
Aural Exciters,
Audionom,
Brothers Johnson,
The Evens,
Boogie Down Productions,
Radio Birdman,
Crime,
MC5,
Easy Going,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Quadrant,
Isaac Hayes,
Swans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ronnie Foster,
Absolute Body Control,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
These Immortal Souls,
Deadbeat,
Jeff Mills,
Sight & Sound,
Janne Schatter,
Tres Demented,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.