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 Madagascar and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sister Nancy to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ 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 rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Q and Not U,
Negative Approach,
Mantronix,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Los Fastidios,
Pharoah Sanders,
Electric Prunes,
Intrusion,
Au Pairs,
Donny Hathaway,
Ice-T,
Byron Stingily,
Marmalade,
Aaron Thompson,
U.S. Maple,
Hasil Adkins,
MC5,
T. Rex,
The Gladiators,
The Cure,
Bush Tetras,
Massinfluence,
ABC,
Peter & Gordon,
John Holt,
Ludus,
Neil Young,
Silicon Teens,
The Slackers,
Bill Near,
Gang Starr,
Mad Mike,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang Green,
Judy Mowatt,
Carl Craig,
Rufus Thomas,
Monolake,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
June of 44,
Fear,
Glambeats Corp.,
Severed Heads,
Desert Stars,
Danielle Patucci,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bootsy Collins,
Laurel Aitken,
Pagans,
Bobby Womack,
John Foxx,
Mission of Burma,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The United States of America,
Swell Maps,
Nirvana,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.