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 Chile and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bush Tetras to the jazz 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba 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 mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
AZ,
The American Breed,
The Shadows of Knight,
Barry Ungar,
Gang Green,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fall,
The Sonics,
The Move,
Brothers Johnson,
Boredoms,
Stereo Dub,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Doors,
Prince Buster,
Danielle Patucci,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Robert Görl,
Easy Going,
The Gap Band,
Qualms,
Buzzcocks,
Bill Near,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Don Cherry,
Laurel Aitken,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gang of Four,
Rufus Thomas,
The Human League,
Sonic Youth,
The Zeros,
Idris Muhammad,
Desert Stars,
Freddie Wadling,
Al Stewart,
The Mojo Men,
Quando Quango,
Swans,
Maleditus Sound,
Rod Modell,
Morten Harket,
Radiopuhelimet,
Parry Music,
June Days,
Funky Four + One,
Tears for Fears,
Donald Byrd,
Mr. Review,
The Remains,
ABBA,
Wasted Youth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Au Pairs,
Soft Cell,
The Beau Brummels,
Mandrill,
Public Enemy,
A Certain Ratio,
Boogie Down Productions,
Delta 5,
Derrick Morgan,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.