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 Luxembourg and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Franke to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet 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 sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
New Order,
Steve Hackett,
Half Japanese,
Michelle Simonal,
Maleditus Sound,
Urselle,
John Foxx,
Mandrill,
Roy Ayers,
The Grass Roots,
Cal Tjader,
Infiniti,
Pagans,
Bobby Byrd,
The Associates,
Skaos,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
cv313,
FM Einheit,
Scion,
ABC,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Coltrane,
The Seeds,
Chrome,
Main Source,
Sixth Finger,
Swans,
AZ,
R.M.O.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Shoche,
K-Klass,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jawbox,
Amon Düül II,
Pere Ubu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lucky Dragons,
The Index,
OOIOO,
Girls At Our Best!,
Robert Hood,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fluxion,
Brick,
DJ Style,
Alton Ellis,
Wally Richardson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mantronix,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rekid,
Fatback Band,
Warren Ellis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gong,
Harry Pussy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.