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 Georgia and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord 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 The Monks to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ 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 organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pulsallama,
Dark Day,
Fatback Band,
Bush Tetras,
Harpers Bizarre,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The J.B.'s,
Shuggie Otis,
Roxy Music,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Radiohead,
Mary Jane Girls,
CMW,
Guru Guru,
The Evens,
Au Pairs,
Spoonie Gee,
Arab on Radar,
Sparks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pole,
Spandau Ballet,
Rapeman,
Infiniti,
The Victims,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kurtis Blow,
Dawn Penn,
Al Stewart,
The Names,
The Vogues,
Rakim,
Mantronix,
Bang On A Can,
X-102,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ludus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pierre Henry,
Brand Nubian,
The Dirtbombs,
Charles Mingus,
the Normal,
Leonard Cohen,
Avey Tare,
Mandrill,
Rod Modell,
Amon Düül,
Swans,
Average White Band,
Oneida,
Yusef Lateef,
The Martian,
kango's stein massive,
Hoover,
Anakelly,
Roger Hodgson,
Tommy Roe,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Sonics,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.