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 St Lucia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Arab on Radar to the funk 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and an oboe 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Roxette,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bush Tetras,
Boogie Down Productions,
Colin Newman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Moleskins,
The Last Poets,
Hashim,
Gang Starr,
Sarah Menescal,
David Axelrod,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Procol Harum,
Zero Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Thee Headcoats,
Angry Samoans,
Sun City Girls,
The Victims,
the Slits,
The Dirtbombs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Graham Central Station,
Cluster,
The Cowsills,
Massinfluence,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Birthday Party,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sex Pistols,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sister Nancy,
Yellowson,
Mad Mike,
Matthew Bourne,
The Wake,
Morten Harket,
Metal Thangz,
The Barracudas,
Blancmange,
Rekid,
Average White Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Hasil Adkins,
X-101,
Black Pus,
The United States of America,
Shoche,
Gastr Del Sol,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Deepchord,
Maleditus Sound,
Schoolly D,
Sonic Youth,
Section 25,
Kaleidoscope,
Los Fastidios,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.