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 Armenia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Minnie Riperton to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin 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 linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
H. Thieme,
Gerry Rafferty,
Simply Red,
Hashim,
Duran Duran,
Soul II Soul,
Kurtis Blow,
Section 25,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soft Cell,
Rakim,
the Swans,
Sun City Girls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Seeds,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Inner City,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kas Product,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Gun Club,
The Victims,
Ultimate Spinach,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bob Dylan,
Johnny Clarke,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marine Girls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Clear Light,
Junior Murvin,
Davy DMX,
John Holt,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ultravox,
The Associates,
Bill Near,
Scan 7,
Amon Düül II,
Easy Going,
The Offenders,
Sugar Minott,
Chris & Cosey,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fugazi,
The Raincoats,
Pylon,
Spoonie Gee,
Yaz,
Derrick May,
Animal Collective,
The Durutti Column,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sight & Sound,
Mad Mike,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.