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 Iraq and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Parry Music to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
the Soft Cell,
One Last Wish,
Pagans,
Brick,
UT,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ronnie Foster,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Stooges,
Pet Shop Boys,
Slick Rick,
Animal Collective,
The Moleskins,
PIL,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rotary Connection,
Crime,
Khruangbin,
Rosa Yemen,
Desert Stars,
Rod Modell,
The Leaves,
Altered Images,
Funkadelic,
Delta 5,
Isaac Hayes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Erykah Badu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Chris Corsano,
Sugar Minott,
Arcadia,
The Angels of Light,
Eve St. Jones,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Graham Central Station,
Dennis Brown,
Albert Ayler,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mr. Review,
The Sound,
Zapp,
Toni Rubio,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Pus,
Moebius,
Godley & Creme,
Mars,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cameo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Kinks,
Metal Thangz,
L. Decosne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Sonics,
Harpers Bizarre,
Thee Headcoats,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.