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 Moldova and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
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 harpsichord 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 Adolescents to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ 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 güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mandrill,
Iggy Pop,
Nils Olav,
the Human League,
Index,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gong,
Panda Bear,
A Certain Ratio,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sex Pistols,
Erykah Badu,
Easy Going,
Cecil Taylor,
Fat Boys,
Oneida,
Moss Icon,
Echospace,
Howard Jones,
Swans,
The Music Machine,
Sarah Menescal,
Niagra,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kerrie Biddell,
Deadbeat,
Los Fastidios,
Rites of Spring,
Fifty Foot Hose,
K-Klass,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rosa Yemen,
Janne Schatter,
Susan Cadogan,
The Seeds,
The Cure,
Oblivians,
Spandau Ballet,
The Grass Roots,
Mad Mike,
Suburban Knight,
Big Daddy Kane,
Max Romeo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
DJ Sneak,
Arthur Verocai,
Little Man,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Skatalites,
Q and Not U,
Black Flag,
kango's stein massive,
Soft Machine,
Mars,
Basic Channel,
Sight & Sound,
Warsaw,
Barbara Tucker,
Wally Richardson,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.