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 Kosovo and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Fuzztones to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soulsonic Force,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Livin' Joy,
Alphaville,
Maurizio,
Q and Not U,
Delta 5,
Blancmange,
Bill Near,
Rotary Connection,
Can,
Moby Grape,
Crispy Ambulance,
PIL,
the Association,
Eric Copeland,
Excepter,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Amazonics,
Mr. Review,
Soul II Soul,
The Blackbyrds,
Peter and Kerry,
Harry Pussy,
Soft Machine,
Faust,
The Durutti Column,
The Stooges,
The Real Kids,
Thee Headcoats,
The Residents,
Wings,
Guru Guru,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Flag,
Pantaleimon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Silicon Teens,
Minny Pops,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Smoke,
Mars,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crime,
Aaron Thompson,
The Walker Brothers,
The Invisible,
Maleditus Sound,
Half Japanese,
Tim Buckley,
The Index,
Q65,
The Names,
Anthony Braxton,
The Moody Blues,
The Fall,
Cal Tjader,
Visage,
8 Eyed Spy,
Colin Newman,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.