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 Togo and from London.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Nas,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roger Hodgson,
The Remains,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Neon Judgement,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Thee Headcoats,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Archie Shepp,
Livin' Joy,
The Litter,
Tomorrow,
The Slits,
Spandau Ballet,
Harpers Bizarre,
Freddie Wadling,
Rosa Yemen,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Yaz,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nirvana,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Walker Brothers,
B.T. Express,
Iggy Pop,
Nation of Ulysses,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Moebius,
Metal Thangz,
China Crisis,
Flamin' Groovies,
Altered Images,
The Leaves,
Moby Grape,
The Residents,
The Sound,
The Invisible,
John Cale,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Frankie Knuckles,
Flash Fearless,
Harmonia,
Minnie Riperton,
Barrington Levy,
The Tremeloes,
The Cramps,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Busters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultravox,
Jacques Brel,
Moss Icon,
Excepter,
Alton Ellis,
Mr. Review,
Sixth Finger,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.