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 Israel and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mummies to the punk 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator 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?
Gregory Isaacs,
Siglo XX,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Saints,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
One Last Wish,
The Smoke,
Intrusion,
Main Source,
Shuggie Otis,
Vainqueur,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Brass Construction,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Sonics,
Delta 5,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marmalade,
T. Rex,
B.T. Express,
Panda Bear,
Model 500,
Easy Going,
Hot Snakes,
Joy Division,
It's A Beautiful Day,
D'Angelo,
The Red Krayola,
David McCallum,
Soft Cell,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Electric Prunes,
Public Enemy,
Metal Thangz,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Slackers,
Mars,
Chrome,
Marine Girls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Chris & Cosey,
Lindisfarne,
R.M.O.,
Faust,
The Techniques,
Sun Ra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ohio Players,
Public Image Ltd.,
Barry Ungar,
The Busters,
Babytalk,
Janne Schatter,
The Dead C,
Lebanon Hanover,
Barbara Tucker,
Make Up,
Howard Jones,
Scratch Acid,
Lyres,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.