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 Nauru and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Joey Negro to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator 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 sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hasil Adkins,
Lee Hazlewood,
Outsiders,
Porter Ricks,
The Human League,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nico,
Public Enemy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Khruangbin,
Laurel Aitken,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Saccharine Trust,
Lou Reed,
Babytalk,
Blossom Toes,
Model 500,
The Selecter,
Rotary Connection,
Neil Young,
Gerry Rafferty,
Man Parrish,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eddi Front,
kango's stein massive,
Aural Exciters,
The Gap Band,
Pantaleimon,
Unwound,
Throbbing Gristle,
Alphaville,
Soul II Soul,
EPMD,
Trumans Water,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Gories,
Maurizio,
David Bowie,
Yazoo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Robert Hood,
Yellowson,
Pussy Galore,
The Stooges,
The Count Five,
Barclay James Harvest,
Groovy Waters,
Joyce Sims,
Underground Resistance,
The Leaves,
Absolute Body Control,
Eli Mardock,
Electric Prunes,
MDC,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sixth Finger,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.