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 Brunei and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bronski Beat to the disco 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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a linndrum 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Theoretical Girls,
The Remains,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lindisfarne,
Juan Atkins,
Soul II Soul,
Terry Callier,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sällskapet,
Symarip,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Doors,
Black Sheep,
Ten City,
Junior Murvin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Techniques,
The Fall,
Index,
Banda Bassotti,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
In Retrospect,
Prince Buster,
The Searchers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Five Americans,
the Soft Cell,
Gabor Szabo,
Sight & Sound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Cure,
Khruangbin,
Mantronix,
Roger Hodgson,
Anthony Braxton,
Skaos,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jacques Brel,
Tommy Roe,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Motorama,
The Martian,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Desert Stars,
Scan 7,
The Fuzztones,
Kurtis Blow,
Lower 48,
Ice-T,
James White and The Blacks,
Funky Four + One,
a-ha,
Amon Düül,
Wally Richardson,
Roxy Music,
Fat Boys,
Minutemen,
Smog,
Rakim,
L. Decosne,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.