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 Tunisia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator 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 Lower 48 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord 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 guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
The Seeds,
Wings,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Slick Rick,
Michelle Simonal,
Fluxion,
Lou Christie,
Tres Demented,
Danielle Patucci,
UT,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Star Department,
The Blackbyrds,
Barry Ungar,
Flipper,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Quadrant,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Lydon,
Kenny Larkin,
Skriet,
The Wake,
Sister Nancy,
Man Parrish,
Althea and Donna,
Gichy Dan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Amazonics,
Q and Not U,
Chris Corsano,
Panda Bear,
Alison Limerick,
Fad Gadget,
PIL,
Judy Mowatt,
The Index,
Second Layer,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Maleditus Sound,
Smog,
Kevin Saunderson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Underground Resistance,
Outsiders,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bad Manners,
Robert Wyatt,
Technova,
The Beau Brummels,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Angry Samoans,
Stockholm Monsters,
A Certain Ratio,
Talk Talk,
Ossler,
Procol Harum,
Donald Byrd,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.