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 Jamaica and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Eden Ahbez to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar 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 marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Electric Prunes,
Vainqueur,
Talk Talk,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hot Snakes,
Ludus,
The Dead C,
Leonard Cohen,
The Velvet Underground,
Lightning Bolt,
Von Mondo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Trojans,
The Seeds,
Gregory Isaacs,
CMW,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sound Behaviour,
Pulsallama,
Dawn Penn,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soulsonic Force,
Yazoo,
Wally Richardson,
Intrusion,
Ralphi Rosario,
Amon Düül II,
The Fall,
The Sound,
Moebius,
Massinfluence,
China Crisis,
Maleditus Sound,
The Move,
Ultra Naté,
Jesper Dahlback,
Peter & Gordon,
Brand Nubian,
Arcadia,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Cramps,
Neu!,
New York Dolls,
Skaos,
The Happenings,
Popol Vuh,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mandrill,
Theoretical Girls,
Television Personalities,
cv313,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marmalade,
The Doors,
Gastr Del Sol,
Prince Buster,
Dave Gahan,
Saccharine Trust,
Deadbeat,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.