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 Somalia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 La Düsseldorf 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe 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 theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Stetsasonic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Infiniti,
Babytalk,
The Moleskins,
L. Decosne,
Minny Pops,
Soft Cell,
Lee Hazlewood,
Whodini,
Piero Umiliani,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Zapp,
Lou Reed,
The Searchers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kool Moe Dee,
Loose Ends,
KRS-One,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crash Course in Science,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joy Division,
Funkadelic,
Aloha Tigers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Radio Birdman,
Oneida,
Max Romeo,
Kurtis Blow,
Peter & Gordon,
PIL,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Basic Channel,
Blossom Toes,
Carl Craig,
The Neon Judgement,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Technova,
The Mojo Men,
The Offenders,
Tubeway Army,
Unwound,
Niagra,
Anakelly,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
EPMD,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eric Copeland,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Standells,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nico,
Outsiders,
Wolf Eyes,
Andrew Hill,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
U.S. Maple,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.