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 Ivory Coast and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Lou Reed 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 Reagan Youth to the grime 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum 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 guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Theoretical Girls,
Hashim,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cecil Taylor,
Ornette Coleman,
Malaria!,
Girls At Our Best!,
Moebius,
The Move,
Isaac Hayes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Aaron Thompson,
Ultra Naté,
Donny Hathaway,
The Doors,
Ludus,
Fluxion,
Faust,
Jandek,
Moby Grape,
Cymande,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nirvana,
Tomorrow,
Henry Cow,
Scrapy,
Surgeon,
Barbara Tucker,
Lee Hazlewood,
Yellowson,
LL Cool J,
the Sonics,
Nation of Ulysses,
Amazonics,
Blossom Toes,
Gang Starr,
Kerri Chandler,
Marmalade,
Man Eating Sloth,
Minnie Riperton,
Bauhaus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Matthew Halsall,
The Star Department,
Nas,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kaleidoscope,
The Monks,
DJ Sneak,
Rod Modell,
The Dirtbombs,
Pierre Henry,
Von Mondo,
Television Personalities,
La Düsseldorf,
Sister Nancy,
Flipper,
Judy Mowatt,
Soul Sonic Force,
Agent Orange,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.