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 St Lucia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Camberwell Now to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Severed Heads,
Peter & Gordon,
Ronan,
Darondo,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Litter,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tom Boy,
Isaac Hayes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Monolake,
Mantronix,
Arthur Verocai,
Charles Mingus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lower 48,
The Birthday Party,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eli Mardock,
Skaos,
Cluster,
Pere Ubu,
Con Funk Shun,
The Pop Group,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Oblivians,
Traffic Nightmare,
L. Decosne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Drive Like Jehu,
Unwound,
Barbara Tucker,
Scion,
One Last Wish,
Juan Atkins,
R.M.O.,
the Slits,
Lakeside,
Lungfish,
X-Ray Spex,
Lyres,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nation of Ulysses,
David McCallum,
Deepchord,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Stetsasonic,
Oneida,
Moss Icon,
Smog,
Ten City,
PIL,
Yellowson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Alison Limerick,
The Misunderstood,
Pet Shop Boys,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.