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 the UAE and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Trojans to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
cv313,
The Human League,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Suburban Knight,
the Normal,
Todd Terry,
The Toasters,
Can,
Mantronix,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Thompson Twins,
Cameo,
Quadrant,
K-Klass,
Brand Nubian,
Arthur Verocai,
F. McDonald,
Intrusion,
Swans,
Pole,
Dead Boys,
The Mummies,
Charles Mingus,
Fear,
Moby Grape,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Leonard Cohen,
Grey Daturas,
Bob Dylan,
Ossler,
Faust,
Henry Cow,
Accadde A,
June of 44,
Eddi Front,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kas Product,
Kenny Larkin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Second Layer,
UT,
Metal Thangz,
Man Eating Sloth,
Junior Murvin,
Prince Buster,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gong,
The Star Department,
Trumans Water,
the Association,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Music Machine,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Television,
Scott Walker,
Nas,
Lightning Bolt,
Jacob Miller,
FM Einheit,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.