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 Brunei and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Jawbox to the dance 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar 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 harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Skriet,
the Bar-Kays,
The New Christs,
Audionom,
Urselle,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sound Behaviour,
Public Enemy,
Aloha Tigers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fatback Band,
Neu!,
Half Japanese,
Roxy Music,
Bob Dylan,
Visage,
Magazine,
Barclay James Harvest,
Q and Not U,
Aural Exciters,
The Motions,
The Gories,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bootsy Collins,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Sonics,
Ossler,
Derrick Morgan,
Livin' Joy,
Maleditus Sound,
Robert Wyatt,
Ultravox,
EPMD,
Marc Almond,
Faust,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Monolake,
Black Bananas,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Count Five,
The Five Americans,
Supertramp,
Sandy B,
Brand Nubian,
Rakim,
Dark Day,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Public Image Ltd.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gang of Four,
Ituana,
Basic Channel,
Deadbeat,
Colin Newman,
Youth Brigade,
The Moody Blues,
Tomorrow,
June of 44,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rotary Connection,
Rapeman,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.