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 Argentina and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar 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 mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
The American Breed,
Matthew Bourne,
The Grass Roots,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Youth Brigade,
Minor Threat,
D'Angelo,
UT,
Pierre Henry,
Curtis Mayfield,
Colin Newman,
Alice Coltrane,
Skarface,
Oneida,
Flipper,
The Star Department,
F. McDonald,
New Order,
B.T. Express,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nick Fraelich,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Saints,
ABBA,
The Fall,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Robert Hood,
Wally Richardson,
Panda Bear,
Ken Boothe,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nico,
Glambeats Corp.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jandek,
The Tremeloes,
Scientists,
Qualms,
Gong,
Theoretical Girls,
Adolescents,
Yaz,
Bobby Womack,
Roxette,
Soulsonic Force,
These Immortal Souls,
Ohio Players,
Royal Trux,
Depeche Mode,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rod Modell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Robert Wyatt,
The Blues Magoos,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Mojo Men,
Ultimate Spinach,
Television Personalities,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.