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 Finland and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 the Human League to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Absolute Body Control,
Bill Near,
Saccharine Trust,
Mary Jane Girls,
Das Ding,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Little Man,
Don Cherry,
The Human League,
Sam Rivers,
Arcadia,
Tomorrow,
Blossom Toes,
Peter & Gordon,
L. Decosne,
Skriet,
ABBA,
The Shadows of Knight,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Interpol,
The Remains,
K-Klass,
Flash Fearless,
The Grass Roots,
Lebanon Hanover,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joy Division,
Amazonics,
Joey Negro,
Moebius,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ultravox,
Reagan Youth,
Wolf Eyes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lyres,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nick Fraelich,
The Pretty Things,
Agitation Free,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Oneida,
In Retrospect,
The United States of America,
The Birthday Party,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Radio Birdman,
Gil Scott Heron,
Loose Ends,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Associates,
KRS-One,
Delta 5,
Banda Bassotti,
Crispian St. Peters,
Silicon Teens,
Lee Hazlewood,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Roy Ayers,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.