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 Andorra and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare 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 Icehouse to the electroclash 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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a mellotron 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 oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
The Moleskins,
Piero Umiliani,
Skarface,
Freddie Wadling,
Stereo Dub,
Ronan,
Procol Harum,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Music Machine,
Kenny Larkin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pulsallama,
The Neon Judgement,
Lucky Dragons,
Curtis Mayfield,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ice-T,
Sugar Minott,
Siglo XX,
China Crisis,
Laurel Aitken,
Spoonie Gee,
Nik Kershaw,
LL Cool J,
Fatback Band,
KRS-One,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Qualms,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Index,
Sun Ra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pylon,
Man Parrish,
Bill Near,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kas Product,
The Vogues,
Brothers Johnson,
The Raincoats,
Bob Dylan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Symarip,
Alton Ellis,
The Misunderstood,
John Coltrane,
Panda Bear,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Icehouse,
Sound Behaviour,
Jeff Mills,
Make Up,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.