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 Cape Verde and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator 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 Ultimate Spinach to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar 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 snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fuzztones,
Charles Mingus,
John Lydon,
Siglo XX,
Pagans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Make Up,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Television Personalities,
Malaria!,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Grandmaster Flash,
Peter & Gordon,
Laurel Aitken,
Ten City,
The Trojans,
Johnny Clarke,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Aaron Thompson,
Radio Birdman,
Cal Tjader,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Slits,
Banda Bassotti,
DJ Style,
Robert Hood,
New York Dolls,
The Smoke,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sandy B,
Fela Kuti,
Albert Ayler,
Deadbeat,
The Victims,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Martian,
The Buckinghams,
Skarface,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Camouflage,
Cameo,
The Monochrome Set,
Funky Four + One,
The Last Poets,
EPMD,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The J.B.'s,
The Fortunes,
Yellowson,
Wolf Eyes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Youth Brigade,
Royal Trux,
Adolescents,
Gichy Dan,
The Count Five,
Japan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.