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 Belize and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rekid to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 '70s.
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 marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Livin' Joy,
The Monochrome Set,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
EPMD,
Marvin Gaye,
New Order,
Scratch Acid,
Marc Almond,
Frankie Knuckles,
World's Most,
Big Daddy Kane,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Procol Harum,
The Gun Club,
Robert Görl,
Altered Images,
The Skatalites,
Blake Baxter,
Max Romeo,
Bad Manners,
10cc,
Pylon,
The Toasters,
Von Mondo,
The Sonics,
Lou Reed,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Easy Going,
Jesper Dahlback,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Minnie Riperton,
Negative Approach,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tears for Fears,
Flash Fearless,
Swans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pole,
Bob Dylan,
China Crisis,
The New Christs,
Dead Boys,
Pere Ubu,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Zeros,
Terry Callier,
The Fortunes,
Jawbox,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Coltrane,
Bootsy Collins,
The Stooges,
The Cowsills,
Duran Duran,
Anakelly,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Young Marble Giants,
The Selecter,
Pulsallama,
Niagra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.