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 Zimbabwe and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Surgeon to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet 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 synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Godley & Creme,
Thompson Twins,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pere Ubu,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Peter & Gordon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Moleskins,
The Leaves,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Pus,
Swell Maps,
Scrapy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pylon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Divine Comedy,
Flipper,
Dawn Penn,
One Last Wish,
The Young Rascals,
Sonic Youth,
Letta Mbulu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Pretty Things,
The Barracudas,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lou Christie,
Silicon Teens,
New York Dolls,
Circle Jerks,
Matthew Bourne,
Audionom,
The Associates,
Tropical Tobacco,
Parry Music,
Scientists,
Drive Like Jehu,
Anthony Braxton,
Tom Boy,
The Monks,
Sun Ra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Das Ding,
Scion,
The Litter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Agent Orange,
Animal Collective,
Bang On A Can,
Aaron Thompson,
World's Most,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rakim,
The Fuzztones,
Soft Machine,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jerry's Kids,
Porter Ricks,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.