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 Kazakhstan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba 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 Star Department to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a snare 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 güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
The Tremeloes,
Thompson Twins,
Q and Not U,
The Count Five,
Don Cherry,
Fugazi,
The Kinks,
Bob Dylan,
Amazonics,
T. Rex,
Cameo,
DJ Style,
Flipper,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Con Funk Shun,
Mars,
Faraquet,
Andrew Hill,
Black Flag,
Vladislav Delay,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
James White and The Blacks,
Lungfish,
Black Moon,
Section 25,
Lalann,
the Association,
Rotary Connection,
China Crisis,
the Soft Cell,
Scion,
Cheater Slicks,
Vainqueur,
Panda Bear,
Idris Muhammad,
Shuggie Otis,
Babytalk,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soulsonic Force,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
a-ha,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sonic Youth,
Joensuu 1685,
Laurel Aitken,
Warsaw,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Misunderstood,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobby Womack,
Oneida,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sam Rivers,
The Sound,
Drexciya,
Mantronix,
Hot Snakes,
FM Einheit,
Boredoms,
Maurizio,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.