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 Saudi Arabia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Busters to the crunk 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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
the Normal,
Japan,
Slick Rick,
Alison Limerick,
Unrelated Segments,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Leonard Cohen,
Roxy Music,
Soulsonic Force,
PIL,
the Bar-Kays,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Oblivians,
Swell Maps,
Joensuu 1685,
AZ,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Slits,
Marine Girls,
The Toasters,
Connie Case,
Scrapy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Popol Vuh,
Arthur Verocai,
Animal Collective,
OOIOO,
Urselle,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Groovy Waters,
Erykah Badu,
The Blues Magoos,
Barbara Tucker,
Rotary Connection,
Nation of Ulysses,
Liliput,
48th St. Collective,
Girls At Our Best!,
Graham Central Station,
Gichy Dan,
Howard Jones,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Sheep,
Goldenarms,
Electric Prunes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Faust,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Warsaw,
The Barracudas,
Chris & Cosey,
Theoretical Girls,
The Residents,
The Standells,
The Blackbyrds,
Colin Newman,
Sandy B,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.