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 Togo and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pharoah Sanders to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 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 rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Lou Reed,
Eddi Front,
The Red Krayola,
Marshall Jefferson,
John Cale,
China Crisis,
The Techniques,
a-ha,
Warren Ellis,
Soft Cell,
Leonard Cohen,
Amazonics,
Guru Guru,
the Bar-Kays,
The Pretty Things,
June of 44,
Scratch Acid,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Saccharine Trust,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Delon & Dalcan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Amon Düül II,
Fear,
Susan Cadogan,
The Angels of Light,
Scrapy,
The Alarm Clocks,
This Heat,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
AZ,
Jawbox,
Mo-Dettes,
10cc,
Cluster,
Blake Baxter,
Buzzcocks,
Smog,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Barbara Tucker,
Derrick May,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Buckinghams,
Trumans Water,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Duran Duran,
Intrusion,
Thompson Twins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ornette Coleman,
Judy Mowatt,
Lebanon Hanover,
Zapp,
Stiv Bators,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Franke,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
New Order,
Soft Machine,
Chrome,
Ronnie Foster,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.