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 Benin and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Yusef Lateef to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Hashim,
Deakin,
Kas Product,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fortunes,
In Retrospect,
Moss Icon,
Massinfluence,
Cybotron,
Duran Duran,
The Toasters,
Main Source,
Amazonics,
The United States of America,
Metal Thangz,
David McCallum,
Bad Manners,
Crooked Eye,
Lucky Dragons,
Aloha Tigers,
Pere Ubu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
David Axelrod,
Vladislav Delay,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Trojans,
Cal Tjader,
Lower 48,
Das Ding,
Moebius,
Black Flag,
Pet Shop Boys,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Malaria!,
Sister Nancy,
The Slits,
Blancmange,
Quadrant,
Theoretical Girls,
The Doors,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sam Rivers,
Little Man,
Mission of Burma,
The Move,
Eric Dolphy,
F. McDonald,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Brothers Johnson,
The Wake,
John Coltrane,
The Human League,
The Zeros,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sugar Minott,
Quando Quango,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tubeway Army,
Bill Near,
Lightning Bolt,
The Beau Brummels,
Fluxion,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.