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 Serbia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Nation of Ulysses to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Derrick Morgan,
Oneida,
Josef K,
Minor Threat,
Blake Baxter,
The Beau Brummels,
Schoolly D,
Ohio Players,
The Names,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Invisible,
Lou Reed,
Jerry's Kids,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bad Manners,
Jacques Brel,
CMW,
UT,
Tommy Roe,
Accadde A,
Spoonie Gee,
The Standells,
Wolf Eyes,
Sister Nancy,
Erykah Badu,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lakeside,
Ken Boothe,
The Dirtbombs,
Bill Wells,
The Busters,
New Order,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pierre Henry,
Bobby Byrd,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mars,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jeru the Damaja,
Davy DMX,
Lou Christie,
Eden Ahbez,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Thompson Twins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Isaac Hayes,
Brand Nubian,
These Immortal Souls,
The Durutti Column,
Depeche Mode,
Carl Craig,
Graham Central Station,
John Lydon,
Aswad,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Barrington Levy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.