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 Peru and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the oboe 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 Marc Almond to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
The Grass Roots,
Average White Band,
Negative Approach,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Cure,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scrapy,
Bauhaus,
Angry Samoans,
Erykah Badu,
Fat Boys,
Blake Baxter,
The Divine Comedy,
Barrington Levy,
Sun Ra,
The Fall,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jandek,
The Seeds,
Donny Hathaway,
Wire,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sex Pistols,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Human League,
Bush Tetras,
Country Teasers,
Terry Callier,
The Birthday Party,
Pantytec,
Adolescents,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Vladislav Delay,
Minnie Riperton,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The New Christs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gregory Isaacs,
Zero Boys,
Swell Maps,
The Fortunes,
Marc Almond,
FM Einheit,
Wally Richardson,
Loose Ends,
Tim Buckley,
The Offenders,
Jeff Lynne,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fugazi,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pantaleimon,
Oneida,
The Fuzztones,
The Misunderstood,
Altered Images,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.