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 Czech Republic and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Joe Finger to the grunge 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 Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum 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 marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Grauzone,
Quantec,
La Düsseldorf,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roger Hodgson,
The Residents,
The Monks,
Urselle,
Tomorrow,
Animal Collective,
Goldenarms,
Mary Jane Girls,
Audionom,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Funky Four + One,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sandy B,
L. Decosne,
Amazonics,
Sällskapet,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bauhaus,
Hasil Adkins,
The Sonics,
Bill Near,
Panda Bear,
Eric Dolphy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Stereo Dub,
Scrapy,
The Mummies,
Peter & Gordon,
The Dirtbombs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wasted Youth,
Gichy Dan,
Underground Resistance,
Magazine,
Nas,
AZ,
Swell Maps,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Brothers Johnson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Masters at Work,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Techniques,
Khruangbin,
Fugazi,
Outsiders,
Anthony Braxton,
Alice Coltrane,
Grey Daturas,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Doobie Brothers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lalo Schifrin,
Groovy Waters,
Al Stewart,
The Names,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.