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 Botswana and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 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 Brothers Johnson to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 a rhodes and a mellotron 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 marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Scrapy,
Bauhaus,
Tommy Roe,
Leonard Cohen,
Sarah Menescal,
Oblivians,
Barbara Tucker,
Lalo Schifrin,
Anthony Braxton,
The Moleskins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Judy Mowatt,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
F. McDonald,
James White and The Blacks,
Lou Reed,
Albert Ayler,
Laurel Aitken,
The Sonics,
Black Flag,
Alphaville,
Peter and Kerry,
Wasted Youth,
Siglo XX,
New Age Steppers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Howard Jones,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lakeside,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gichy Dan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fortunes,
Flash Fearless,
Ponytail,
Mad Mike,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marmalade,
Duran Duran,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Index,
Chrome,
Ultimate Spinach,
Warsaw,
Heaven 17,
The Flesh Eaters,
Robert Görl,
Faraquet,
The Real Kids,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Mandrill,
Donny Hathaway,
The Black Dice,
New York Dolls,
Gang Gang Dance,
48th St. Collective,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.