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 Lesotho and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes 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 harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Ten City,
Ossler,
L. Decosne,
Cameo,
Nick Fraelich,
Duran Duran,
Matthew Halsall,
Moss Icon,
Pierre Henry,
The Knickerbockers,
Lou Reed,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Japan,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Newcleus,
Gastr Del Sol,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mr. Review,
John Coltrane,
Scion,
The Sonics,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Toni Rubio,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Chris & Cosey,
Glambeats Corp.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fugs,
Marmalade,
Kenny Larkin,
the Swans,
Morten Harket,
Wasted Youth,
Barbara Tucker,
Al Stewart,
Aaron Thompson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Davy DMX,
Lower 48,
Kurtis Blow,
Marc Almond,
Khruangbin,
Organ,
The Cure,
Gerry Rafferty,
kango's stein massive,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Banda Bassotti,
The Blues Magoos,
X-101,
The Smiths,
Youth Brigade,
Andrew Hill,
PIL,
Interpol,
Unrelated Segments,
Cal Tjader,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.