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 Papua New Guinea and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 Robert Wyatt to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ 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 clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Brand Nubian,
Henry Cow,
The Five Americans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Shuggie Otis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bang On A Can,
Jacques Brel,
Arthur Verocai,
Chris Corsano,
Rotary Connection,
The United States of America,
Hardrive,
Drive Like Jehu,
Qualms,
Warren Ellis,
Vainqueur,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Reuben Wilson,
Mark Hollis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Moon,
DJ Sneak,
Sam Rivers,
Pole,
Sandy B,
Kurtis Blow,
Loose Ends,
Make Up,
Bootsy Collins,
Sarah Menescal,
Amon Düül,
The Moleskins,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bob Dylan,
Funky Four + One,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wasted Youth,
Harpers Bizarre,
Circle Jerks,
Accadde A,
John Cale,
Sixth Finger,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fatback Band,
Mars,
Alice Coltrane,
Radiohead,
The J.B.'s,
Godley & Creme,
Camouflage,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Anthony Braxton,
KRS-One,
Yellowson,
Connie Case,
Josef K,
Marmalade,
This Heat,
CMW,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.