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 Denmark and from Halifax.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Cecil Taylor,
X-101,
The Moleskins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gang Green,
The Toasters,
The Skatalites,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Davy DMX,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scratch Acid,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nation of Ulysses,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lakeside,
Loose Ends,
Johnny Clarke,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Peter and Kerry,
Scan 7,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Janne Schatter,
The Electric Prunes,
Vladislav Delay,
The Velvet Underground,
Aaron Thompson,
Trumans Water,
The Blues Magoos,
Stetsasonic,
The Walker Brothers,
Fugazi,
Crime,
Kerrie Biddell,
DJ Sneak,
The Evens,
Steve Hackett,
Fluxion,
ABC,
The Litter,
Gichy Dan,
Radiohead,
Cal Tjader,
Jerry's Kids,
The Detroit Cobras,
Minutemen,
Robert Wyatt,
Fear,
R.M.O.,
The Raincoats,
Ponytail,
The Divine Comedy,
Television,
The Selecter,
Man Parrish,
Rotary Connection,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.