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 Ethiopia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 David Bowie to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Michelle Simonal,
Pantaleimon,
Gang Starr,
Fat Boys,
The Fugs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sound Behaviour,
T. Rex,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Morten Harket,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eurythmics,
The Young Rascals,
Blake Baxter,
Icehouse,
Suburban Knight,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Urselle,
Todd Rundgren,
Visage,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wolf Eyes,
Byron Stingily,
Qualms,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hoover,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dave Gahan,
Brothers Johnson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
MDC,
Brass Construction,
Theoretical Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Selecter,
Mars,
Public Enemy,
Bill Near,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Procol Harum,
Skarface,
Mantronix,
Kevin Saunderson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
X-101,
Drive Like Jehu,
Josef K,
The Walker Brothers,
The Doors,
New Order,
John Foxx,
Charles Mingus,
The Evens,
Masters at Work,
Nils Olav,
Unwound,
the Soft Cell,
Pagans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.