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 Liechtenstein and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 DJ Style to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb 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 organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Erasure,
Minny Pops,
Scrapy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Residents,
Jeff Lynne,
Reagan Youth,
La Düsseldorf,
DNA,
Black Flag,
Amon Düül,
Blancmange,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marvin Gaye,
Lyres,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Blackbyrds,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Gladiators,
The Electric Prunes,
Scratch Acid,
The Motions,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Charles Mingus,
Hasil Adkins,
Janne Schatter,
Khruangbin,
Half Japanese,
8 Eyed Spy,
Audionom,
Pole,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Blues Magoos,
Dave Gahan,
48th St. Collective,
The Angels of Light,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Man Parrish,
MC5,
The Modern Lovers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Echospace,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Deakin,
Amon Düül II,
One Last Wish,
Crooked Eye,
Nirvana,
Spoonie Gee,
The Walker Brothers,
Ludus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Smiths,
The Human League,
Zero Boys,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bush Tetras,
Porter Ricks,
Infiniti,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.