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 Indonesia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sister Nancy to the grunge 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
John Lydon,
Kaleidoscope,
Eddi Front,
Alison Limerick,
Isaac Hayes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Surgeon,
The Dave Clark Five,
X-Ray Spex,
The Golliwogs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Massinfluence,
Wings,
Main Source,
Masters at Work,
CMW,
The Monochrome Set,
Graham Central Station,
Maleditus Sound,
Tears for Fears,
Yusef Lateef,
Barbara Tucker,
Marmalade,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Von Mondo,
Au Pairs,
Matthew Halsall,
The Blues Magoos,
ABC,
Eve St. Jones,
Tropical Tobacco,
China Crisis,
The Durutti Column,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marine Girls,
Pere Ubu,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gong,
Tubeway Army,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Franke,
Fort Wilson Riot,
PIL,
The Remains,
The Gladiators,
Bill Wells,
Symarip,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Standells,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Babytalk,
The Fire Engines,
Howard Jones,
The Dead C,
Hot Snakes,
Camouflage,
Ultravox,
Black Pus,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.