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 Korea North and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum 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 Rosa Yemen to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare 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 harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Nirvana,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Doors,
Alton Ellis,
Average White Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Junior Murvin,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Index,
The Buckinghams,
Y Pants,
The Human League,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Erykah Badu,
Pole,
The Durutti Column,
Mandrill,
the Fania All-Stars,
Godley & Creme,
The Busters,
the Normal,
Urselle,
cv313,
Black Bananas,
Con Funk Shun,
Dual Sessions,
Susan Cadogan,
the Human League,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The New Christs,
Cecil Taylor,
Grandmaster Flash,
Outsiders,
X-102,
Kayak,
Mars,
Chris & Cosey,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Avey Tare,
Colin Newman,
Jeru the Damaja,
Monolake,
Oneida,
Sugar Minott,
Ten City,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Germs,
Peter & Gordon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Funky Four + One,
Delta 5,
ABC,
Dawn Penn,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
David McCallum,
The United States of America,
The Real Kids,
Swell Maps,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Erasure,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.