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 Kosovo and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Sandy B to the dance 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin 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 mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Chris & Cosey,
Donald Byrd,
Country Joe & The Fish,
World's Most,
Jacob Miller,
T. Rex,
The Golliwogs,
Junior Murvin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Blues Magoos,
X-102,
Lalo Schifrin,
Silicon Teens,
Duran Duran,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Audionom,
Can,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Robert Wyatt,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Barbara Tucker,
Matthew Bourne,
Boz Scaggs,
Aswad,
John Coltrane,
Bronski Beat,
The Last Poets,
Eric Dolphy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roger Hodgson,
Pussy Galore,
ABC,
Iggy Pop,
Andrew Hill,
The Tremeloes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Music Machine,
Los Fastidios,
Peter & Gordon,
Fad Gadget,
Technova,
Pharoah Sanders,
Amazonics,
Crooked Eye,
Subhumans,
The Pop Group,
The Dead C,
Magazine,
Kas Product,
The Beau Brummels,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tomorrow,
Moebius,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark 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.