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 United States and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lightning Bolt to the electroclash 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator 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 spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Intrusion,
Mission of Burma,
Boredoms,
Con Funk Shun,
Aloha Tigers,
Marmalade,
Royal Trux,
Essential Logic,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scott Walker,
Bauhaus,
Liliput,
Barclay James Harvest,
Boogie Down Productions,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Model 500,
Albert Ayler,
Ponytail,
Icehouse,
Kurtis Blow,
Deepchord,
The Cramps,
Gang Starr,
Joey Negro,
a-ha,
Joy Division,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Danielle Patucci,
Jacob Miller,
Eddi Front,
Siglo XX,
China Crisis,
The Martian,
Dawn Penn,
Shuggie Otis,
Robert Görl,
Graham Central Station,
Faraquet,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mars,
The Real Kids,
The Searchers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Johnny Osbourne,
Aswad,
Guru Guru,
Goldenarms,
Magma,
Chris Corsano,
Sugar Minott,
48th St. Collective,
John Coltrane,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Pus,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Angels of Light,
Joe Finger,
Kool Moe Dee,
Stereo Dub,
FM Einheit,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.