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 Rwanda and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mission of Burma to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin 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 mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
One Last Wish,
Johnny Clarke,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Blossom Toes,
The Knickerbockers,
Aswad,
Icehouse,
Roger Hodgson,
Byron Stingily,
Archie Shepp,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Camouflage,
Graham Central Station,
Lindisfarne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Dirtbombs,
The Beau Brummels,
Magma,
R.M.O.,
Shoche,
The Fire Engines,
Y Pants,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scion,
the Swans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tommy Roe,
D'Angelo,
Suburban Knight,
Swell Maps,
Jeru the Damaja,
Adolescents,
Quantec,
Von Mondo,
Duran Duran,
Fear,
Ohio Players,
Niagra,
Siglo XX,
Technova,
Public Enemy,
Soulsonic Force,
Radio Birdman,
Morten Harket,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Tremeloes,
Ossler,
The Human League,
Goldenarms,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Unwound,
Sam Rivers,
H. Thieme,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pantytec,
Blake Baxter,
Youth Brigade,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pussy Galore,
Letta Mbulu,
Yusef Lateef,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.