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 Belarus and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Dead C to the jazz 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar 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 rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Sight & Sound,
48th St. Collective,
Dave Gahan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pere Ubu,
Hot Snakes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ronan,
Charles Mingus,
Babytalk,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lalann,
Sound Behaviour,
Joe Smooth,
Scion,
Country Teasers,
Youth Brigade,
Absolute Body Control,
Newcleus,
Arab on Radar,
Trumans Water,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jacques Brel,
Pantaleimon,
Judy Mowatt,
Lungfish,
Minnie Riperton,
Peter and Kerry,
Yellowson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dead Boys,
Hardrive,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nick Fraelich,
New York Dolls,
The Fuzztones,
The Misunderstood,
Skaos,
Ken Boothe,
Lakeside,
Avey Tare,
Ornette Coleman,
Niagra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Slackers,
Intrusion,
Pussy Galore,
The Busters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soft Cell,
The Shadows of Knight,
Terry Callier,
Eden Ahbez,
Bootsy Collins,
Depeche Mode,
Sugar Minott,
The Residents,
Howard Jones,
Junior Murvin,
Camberwell Now,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.