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 Eritrea and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Yaz to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord 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 spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Swans,
Blossom Toes,
Radiohead,
Crash Course in Science,
Kaleidoscope,
Lyres,
Jeru the Damaja,
Boredoms,
Mad Mike,
Jerry's Kids,
The Dead C,
the Germs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Judy Mowatt,
The Grass Roots,
10cc,
Rotary Connection,
Country Teasers,
Scion,
Procol Harum,
Sun Ra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Minor Threat,
H. Thieme,
Erykah Badu,
X-101,
Sonny Sharrock,
Moby Grape,
Man Eating Sloth,
kango's stein massive,
Mark Hollis,
The Happenings,
Tears for Fears,
Slave,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Beasts of Bourbon,
New Age Steppers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bang On A Can,
Audionom,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nirvana,
China Crisis,
Gong,
Sam Rivers,
Yaz,
The Fuzztones,
Ludus,
Inner City,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Trojans,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Durutti Column,
The Black Dice,
The Birthday Party,
Barry Ungar,
Steve Hackett,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Quadrant,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.