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 Liberia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Gregory Isaacs to the jazz 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a güiro 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Man Eating Sloth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mission of Burma,
New Age Steppers,
China Crisis,
Organ,
Gang Starr,
The Pop Group,
Agent Orange,
Nik Kershaw,
The Selecter,
Reagan Youth,
Jandek,
Q65,
Alphaville,
Radiohead,
Gichy Dan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Saccharine Trust,
Yellowson,
B.T. Express,
Model 500,
Quando Quango,
Inner City,
Alton Ellis,
Stiv Bators,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cal Tjader,
Youth Brigade,
Toni Rubio,
H. Thieme,
Eric Copeland,
Wolf Eyes,
Sonic Youth,
Alice Coltrane,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Moon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Minny Pops,
The Dirtbombs,
Mo-Dettes,
Nico,
Maurizio,
Gerry Rafferty,
Oblivians,
Anthony Braxton,
Avey Tare,
Dawn Penn,
Jerry's Kids,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fat Boys,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
David Bowie,
The Motions,
Josef K,
Davy DMX,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.