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 Solomon Islands and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fania All-Stars to the dance 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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ultravox,
Basic Channel,
The Seeds,
Althea and Donna,
Metal Thangz,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Tremeloes,
Arthur Verocai,
Lower 48,
Robert Wyatt,
Hoover,
DJ Sneak,
The Human League,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Peter and Kerry,
Mad Mike,
Altered Images,
The Count Five,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kenny Larkin,
Ultimate Spinach,
T. Rex,
X-Ray Spex,
Marine Girls,
Soft Cell,
Swell Maps,
Average White Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
a-ha,
Quadrant,
The Saints,
Q65,
Jeff Mills,
Sonic Youth,
Leonard Cohen,
Sun City Girls,
Can,
Circle Jerks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hot Snakes,
Spandau Ballet,
Pole,
Sam Rivers,
Newcleus,
Carl Craig,
Vladislav Delay,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Second Layer,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Amazonics,
Slave,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Slick Rick,
Todd Rundgren,
Nils Olav,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Matthew Halsall,
Bill Wells,
Alton Ellis,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.