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 Ireland and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the rap 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer 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 organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Agitation Free,
Sun Ra,
OOIOO,
Schoolly D,
Quadrant,
Heaven 17,
Saccharine Trust,
Stockholm Monsters,
Colin Newman,
Crime,
Negative Approach,
Kaleidoscope,
Max Romeo,
the Swans,
Icehouse,
Crooked Eye,
MDC,
Swell Maps,
Nils Olav,
Gong,
The Moody Blues,
The Gories,
Magma,
LL Cool J,
Bauhaus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Moleskins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Germs,
U.S. Maple,
Judy Mowatt,
Vainqueur,
Nas,
The Residents,
the Slits,
Bill Near,
Au Pairs,
Prince Buster,
Rakim,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Mummies,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dead Boys,
Sällskapet,
Grey Daturas,
Siglo XX,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Suburban Knight,
Barbara Tucker,
Ohio Players,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Monks,
Ronnie Foster,
Franke,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pantytec,
The Kinks,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.