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 Bahrain and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 The Neon Judgement to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Soul Sonic Force,
Altered Images,
The Cure,
John Cale,
Tres Demented,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crooked Eye,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sällskapet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Idris Muhammad,
Ponytail,
The Sonics,
Chrome,
Bill Near,
Sam Rivers,
Tommy Roe,
Animal Collective,
Bluetip,
Nik Kershaw,
Moby Grape,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Model 500,
kango's stein massive,
KRS-One,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Happenings,
Quando Quango,
Negative Approach,
Deakin,
The Moleskins,
Arab on Radar,
Amon Düül,
Tom Boy,
The Blues Magoos,
Kevin Saunderson,
48th St. Collective,
Roger Hodgson,
Yusef Lateef,
Procol Harum,
Grandmaster Flash,
Yazoo,
Clear Light,
Darondo,
the Normal,
Marine Girls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jacques Brel,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dave Gahan,
The Music Machine,
Rufus Thomas,
Steve Hackett,
Khruangbin,
Quantec,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rosa Yemen,
Robert Hood,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.