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 Comoros and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the grunge 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Jandek,
Lightning Bolt,
Yaz,
Josef K,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Talk Talk,
Japan,
DJ Style,
The Electric Prunes,
Radiohead,
Cameo,
OOIOO,
Vladislav Delay,
Stetsasonic,
The United States of America,
Warsaw,
The Mummies,
Toni Rubio,
Oneida,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Quando Quango,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pantaleimon,
cv313,
Scott Walker,
Dark Day,
Ohio Players,
Mission of Burma,
The Sonics,
Flipper,
Lower 48,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Icehouse,
The Blackbyrds,
Bad Manners,
Jeru the Damaja,
F. McDonald,
Angry Samoans,
Urselle,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Stereo Dub,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sex Pistols,
This Heat,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sugar Minott,
Danielle Patucci,
Monks,
Barbara Tucker,
Television,
The Saints,
Mo-Dettes,
Morten Harket,
Country Teasers,
The Music Machine,
Althea and Donna,
Bobby Byrd,
Andrew Hill,
Sixth Finger,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.