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 Burkina and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar 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 The Doobie Brothers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord 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 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
The Mojo Men,
Ten City,
AZ,
Yaz,
Glenn Branca,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joe Finger,
Jacob Miller,
FM Einheit,
Rakim,
the Soft Cell,
Peter & Gordon,
Khruangbin,
Ornette Coleman,
The Searchers,
Iggy Pop,
Blossom Toes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Sonics,
Kenny Larkin,
Scientists,
Sister Nancy,
World's Most,
Derrick May,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nico,
David Axelrod,
One Last Wish,
Loose Ends,
Barrington Levy,
Sandy B,
Nils Olav,
The Remains,
The Angels of Light,
Eden Ahbez,
Idris Muhammad,
Nik Kershaw,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Slick Rick,
Aswad,
Joyce Sims,
Hashim,
Eric Dolphy,
Minny Pops,
Gang Starr,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Index,
Lou Reed,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Angry Samoans,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Walker Brothers,
Yazoo,
Judy Mowatt,
The Monochrome Set,
Roy Ayers,
Quantec,
Shuggie Otis,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.