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 Antigua and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the electroclash 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 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 theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kenny Larkin,
Carl Craig,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Happenings,
Leonard Cohen,
Lower 48,
Lebanon Hanover,
Godley & Creme,
Minny Pops,
Toni Rubio,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Average White Band,
Erasure,
Graham Central Station,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Au Pairs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Whodini,
DNA,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Interpol,
Jawbox,
Sixth Finger,
Pagans,
Robert Hood,
Neil Young,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Deakin,
Dawn Penn,
Throbbing Gristle,
Camberwell Now,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Traffic Nightmare,
Todd Rundgren,
Freddie Wadling,
The Cowsills,
Cheater Slicks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Neon Judgement,
Max Romeo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Black Dice,
Jeff Lynne,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ohio Players,
Quadrant,
Dave Gahan,
Magma,
Michelle Simonal,
Ultravox,
Can,
the Normal,
Bobby Sherman,
Sun Ra,
Cluster,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Sheep,
The Monks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Techniques,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.