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 Iceland and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum 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 The Victims to the rock 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe 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 snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Eli Mardock,
Joyce Sims,
Organ,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cheater Slicks,
Main Source,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Standells,
Rhythm & Sound,
Quantec,
The Red Krayola,
MC5,
Grauzone,
Index,
Joy Division,
Scientists,
Crash Course in Science,
Danielle Patucci,
Ornette Coleman,
Sam Rivers,
U.S. Maple,
Banda Bassotti,
Flipper,
The Five Americans,
The Cramps,
Inner City,
Toni Rubio,
Rites of Spring,
Roxette,
The Human League,
Motorama,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Blackbyrds,
Chris Corsano,
Stiv Bators,
Joe Smooth,
Bauhaus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Barracudas,
Sound Behaviour,
Sight & Sound,
Moss Icon,
Kaleidoscope,
Cymande,
10cc,
Mr. Review,
Judy Mowatt,
Bill Near,
Intrusion,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Vladislav Delay,
Reuben Wilson,
Sister Nancy,
Barbara Tucker,
Rekid,
Ken Boothe,
John Coltrane,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.