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 China and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ultimate Spinach to the dance 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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar 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 arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
The Last Poets,
K-Klass,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Goldenarms,
Brand Nubian,
Nas,
The Busters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fear,
Scott Walker,
Pharoah Sanders,
Minor Threat,
The Gladiators,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Leaves,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Symarip,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Moss Icon,
Urselle,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Al Stewart,
Niagra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Skatalites,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
PIL,
The Stooges,
Thee Headcoats,
Dennis Brown,
Dead Boys,
Traffic Nightmare,
Agent Orange,
The Real Kids,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gichy Dan,
The Move,
One Last Wish,
Todd Terry,
Eden Ahbez,
Fugazi,
The Monks,
Max Romeo,
Maleditus Sound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Golliwogs,
These Immortal Souls,
Kas Product,
Camberwell Now,
Mark Hollis,
JFA,
Marcia Griffiths,
Moby Grape,
Laurel Aitken,
Theoretical Girls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.