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 Algeria and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bluetip to the dance 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord 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 linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Sugar Minott,
Juan Atkins,
Funkadelic,
Average White Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
World's Most,
Marc Almond,
Tommy Roe,
Cluster,
The Doors,
Reuben Wilson,
Marmalade,
Smog,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
KRS-One,
Arthur Verocai,
Schoolly D,
The Move,
The Happenings,
Danielle Patucci,
In Retrospect,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sun Ra,
Prince Buster,
Y Pants,
Japan,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fuzztones,
Siglo XX,
Pantytec,
Kurtis Blow,
Scott Walker,
The Mojo Men,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Camberwell Now,
Rotary Connection,
Brand Nubian,
Eric B and Rakim,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Silicon Teens,
Gang of Four,
Roy Ayers,
Maleditus Sound,
Stetsasonic,
Lalann,
Sex Pistols,
The Golliwogs,
L. Decosne,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eric Dolphy,
Ken Boothe,
Urselle,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Velvet Underground,
Arab on Radar,
One Last Wish,
Bobby Byrd,
Bill Near,
Cybotron,
Ornette Coleman,
Gang Green,
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.