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 Tunisia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Funky Four + One to the rock 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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a mellotron 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Marine Girls,
Quando Quango,
Television,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ludus,
Rapeman,
Qualms,
10cc,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Godley & Creme,
Visage,
Q65,
Juan Atkins,
Lou Christie,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Gun Club,
Sugar Minott,
Masters at Work,
The Motions,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
This Heat,
Iggy Pop,
Letta Mbulu,
FM Einheit,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Reagan Youth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Pus,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Neon Judgement,
Ituana,
Joe Smooth,
Robert Hood,
Shoche,
New York Dolls,
The Searchers,
Tommy Roe,
Little Man,
Kurtis Blow,
T. Rex,
Suicide,
Roy Ayers,
OOIOO,
David Axelrod,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rakim,
Yazoo,
Lucky Dragons,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Aural Exciters,
the Swans,
Scion,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Leaves,
Skarface,
The Litter,
Terry Callier,
Make Up,
Guru Guru,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.