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 Pakistan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Techniques to the electroclash 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin 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 arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
The Neon Judgement,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fuzztones,
New York Dolls,
Wire,
Hashim,
Make Up,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Brick,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pole,
F. McDonald,
Minnie Riperton,
Laurel Aitken,
The Dirtbombs,
Saccharine Trust,
Mad Mike,
MC5,
Derrick May,
Zapp,
Albert Ayler,
Organ,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
T.S.O.L.,
Swell Maps,
Quando Quango,
Second Layer,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soul II Soul,
E-Dancer,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Chrome,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wasted Youth,
Ten City,
Erasure,
June of 44,
Arab on Radar,
H. Thieme,
Guru Guru,
The Standells,
Junior Murvin,
Soulsonic Force,
The Star Department,
Ponytail,
These Immortal Souls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Vladislav Delay,
Nico,
Bush Tetras,
Siglo XX,
Zero Boys,
Judy Mowatt,
John Holt,
Nirvana,
Tim Buckley,
Eve St. Jones,
Y Pants,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.