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 Haiti and from Accra.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Birthday Party to the funk 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba 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 marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Roxy Music,
Isaac Hayes,
Ludus,
Aswad,
Black Sheep,
David Bowie,
Circle Jerks,
Rekid,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roger Hodgson,
Whodini,
Intrusion,
The Stooges,
Dennis Brown,
One Last Wish,
Can,
Gong,
Soulsonic Force,
Sixth Finger,
Porter Ricks,
Nils Olav,
Sister Nancy,
Dave Gahan,
48th St. Collective,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bush Tetras,
Essential Logic,
MC5,
Glenn Branca,
Eli Mardock,
The Fall,
the Slits,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Danielle Patucci,
Minny Pops,
Dead Boys,
Harpers Bizarre,
Arthur Verocai,
The Moody Blues,
Altered Images,
X-101,
Patti Smith,
Andrew Hill,
Pantytec,
The Star Department,
Tubeway Army,
Tom Boy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jeff Lynne,
The Cowsills,
The Velvet Underground,
Electric Prunes,
Pylon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
cv313,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Happenings,
Lakeside,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.