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 Swaziland and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Tomorrow to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani 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 dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Pus,
The Standells,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tommy Roe,
Joensuu 1685,
Bob Dylan,
Minnie Riperton,
The Electric Prunes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Davy DMX,
Young Marble Giants,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Letta Mbulu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fire Engines,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hashim,
Camberwell Now,
Roxette,
Sonny Sharrock,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Moleskins,
The Index,
Alphaville,
Bad Manners,
Section 25,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Outsiders,
Ohio Players,
Black Bananas,
Sex Pistols,
Altered Images,
Mark Hollis,
Lou Christie,
The Cure,
Robert Hood,
UT,
Gichy Dan,
Swell Maps,
ABC,
Deepchord,
Charles Mingus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Moby Grape,
D'Angelo,
Rites of Spring,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Steve Hackett,
Skarface,
Bang On A Can,
H. Thieme,
Boz Scaggs,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Godley & Creme,
Pagans,
Excepter,
The Martian,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Whodini,
Sparks,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.