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 Chile and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar 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 Nation of Ulysses 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Khruangbin,
Funky Four + One,
Moby Grape,
Unwound,
Country Teasers,
Matthew Bourne,
Kayak,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gang Gang Dance,
Piero Umiliani,
Lightning Bolt,
Masters at Work,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Young Marble Giants,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sun City Girls,
Rapeman,
Ice-T,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Suicide,
The Martian,
Minnie Riperton,
Sugar Minott,
Al Stewart,
Clear Light,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sun Ra,
John Coltrane,
June of 44,
Make Up,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Circle Jerks,
Adolescents,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lalann,
The Knickerbockers,
Urselle,
The Stooges,
Vainqueur,
Bob Dylan,
Amazonics,
Tropical Tobacco,
AZ,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ken Boothe,
Supertramp,
Electric Prunes,
Excepter,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Monochrome Set,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rekid,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Severed Heads,
The Fuzztones,
Quando Quango,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.