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 Argentina and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Easy Going to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro 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 güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Hot Snakes,
Blake Baxter,
Angry Samoans,
Isaac Hayes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rod Modell,
F. McDonald,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Beau Brummels,
Pagans,
Mars,
Agitation Free,
Pere Ubu,
Wings,
Mo-Dettes,
Peter & Gordon,
Young Marble Giants,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
New York Dolls,
T.S.O.L.,
Zero Boys,
Dennis Brown,
Reuben Wilson,
Y Pants,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Desert Stars,
Oblivians,
The Neon Judgement,
Schoolly D,
The Tremeloes,
Masters at Work,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pylon,
The Mojo Men,
Pantytec,
EPMD,
X-Ray Spex,
Little Man,
John Lydon,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Blackbyrds,
Kenny Larkin,
Leonard Cohen,
Peter and Kerry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Barracudas,
Man Parrish,
Ronnie Foster,
New Order,
Roger Hodgson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Don Cherry,
Barbara Tucker,
Lucky Dragons,
Blossom Toes,
Bill Wells,
Theoretical Girls,
kango's stein massive,
Scan 7,
Fela Kuti,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.