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 Bulgaria and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Niagra to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba 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 güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Lalo Schifrin,
Siglo XX,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Grass Roots,
Popol Vuh,
Johnny Osbourne,
Echospace,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Pretty Things,
Circle Jerks,
Ultra Naté,
Marmalade,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Coltrane,
Deepchord,
Unwound,
June of 44,
K-Klass,
Magma,
Simply Red,
Los Fastidios,
Audionom,
Sandy B,
Outsiders,
R.M.O.,
Carl Craig,
Vladislav Delay,
48th St. Collective,
Neil Young,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hot Snakes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fire Engines,
Niagra,
Lou Christie,
Camberwell Now,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Radiohead,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Spoonie Gee,
New Age Steppers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Trojans,
Chrome,
The Monochrome Set,
A Certain Ratio,
CMW,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Busters,
Drexciya,
Aloha Tigers,
Boz Scaggs,
Banda Bassotti,
The Five Americans,
The Motions,
The Kinks,
Underground Resistance,
Supertramp,
Michelle Simonal,
Cameo,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.