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 Estonia and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 cv313 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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 New Christs,
The Dirtbombs,
Ornette Coleman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Boredoms,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Cowsills,
Ronan,
June of 44,
Wings,
Sällskapet,
Au Pairs,
Roy Ayers,
Gang Gang Dance,
LL Cool J,
Urselle,
Television Personalities,
Minor Threat,
Public Image Ltd.,
Symarip,
Hoover,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Youth Brigade,
The Star Department,
Echospace,
Chrome,
Eden Ahbez,
The Zeros,
the Germs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Happenings,
Cecil Taylor,
John Coltrane,
Charles Mingus,
Groovy Waters,
Jacques Brel,
Eve St. Jones,
Donny Hathaway,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gil Scott Heron,
Brick,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soul II Soul,
Juan Atkins,
L. Decosne,
B.T. Express,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nico,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mantronix,
The Real Kids,
Interpol,
The Standells,
Glenn Branca,
Suburban Knight,
The United States of America,
Ken Boothe,
Blake Baxter,
Grey Daturas,
Roxy Music,
Stetsasonic,
Erasure,
Howard Jones,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.