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 Andorra and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Sound to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord 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 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Boz Scaggs,
The Evens,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Depeche Mode,
The Index,
Joyce Sims,
Deakin,
Soul II Soul,
Adolescents,
Thompson Twins,
Kerri Chandler,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cluster,
Todd Rundgren,
Marine Girls,
New York Dolls,
Anakelly,
The Searchers,
Yaz,
Lebanon Hanover,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Maleditus Sound,
Al Stewart,
Panda Bear,
Index,
Sparks,
Brick,
The Zeros,
Jacques Brel,
Easy Going,
Mary Jane Girls,
X-102,
Gabor Szabo,
DJ Style,
Agitation Free,
John Lydon,
The J.B.'s,
Popol Vuh,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Funky Four + One,
Derrick May,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Donny Hathaway,
Slave,
Dorothy Ashby,
Half Japanese,
Interpol,
The Sonics,
The Real Kids,
Crime,
Nas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Association,
Lower 48,
Black Moon,
UT,
David McCallum,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Inner City,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.