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 France and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Robert Palmer 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 Shoche to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes 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 sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Pantaleimon,
Kayak,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Barclay James Harvest,
Suicide,
Adolescents,
X-Ray Spex,
The Detroit Cobras,
New York Dolls,
Quantec,
Minny Pops,
The Move,
Spandau Ballet,
The Music Machine,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Angels of Light,
Ohio Players,
Bob Dylan,
The Moody Blues,
The Evens,
Sister Nancy,
The Black Dice,
Stiv Bators,
Rhythm & Sound,
Loose Ends,
Public Enemy,
Arthur Verocai,
Robert Wyatt,
The Velvet Underground,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pagans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sex Pistols,
Negative Approach,
Magma,
Fat Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Real Kids,
Ultimate Spinach,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sixth Finger,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lyres,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Leaves,
Joy Division,
The Searchers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Moon,
Unwound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
ABBA,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
U.S. Maple,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Subhumans,
Fugazi,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Sonics,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.