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 Equatorial Guinea and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sound Behaviour to the dance 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a clarinet 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 arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Derrick May,
The Fuzztones,
Spoonie Gee,
The Moleskins,
Scratch Acid,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Toasters,
Magma,
Howard Jones,
Altered Images,
T. Rex,
The Zeros,
Tommy Roe,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pylon,
Banda Bassotti,
Neu!,
Alison Limerick,
Metal Thangz,
Echospace,
Ultra Naté,
Yusef Lateef,
Swell Maps,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobby Hutcherson,
In Retrospect,
Average White Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Holt,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Angry Samoans,
Albert Ayler,
Rites of Spring,
Bluetip,
Audionom,
Marvin Gaye,
Zero Boys,
Fatback Band,
Alton Ellis,
Goldenarms,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kurtis Blow,
Can,
Barrington Levy,
Heaven 17,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Oneida,
ABC,
Marmalade,
Dead Boys,
Kas Product,
Davy DMX,
a-ha,
Nirvana,
Stiv Bators,
A Certain Ratio,
Rekid,
Soul II Soul,
Bill Near,
Sexual Harrassment,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.