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 Australia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Visage to the crunk 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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Robert Hood,
Soft Cell,
Echospace,
Dave Gahan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Mojo Men,
The Divine Comedy,
Blake Baxter,
Wolf Eyes,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Association,
Magma,
Minor Threat,
Arthur Verocai,
Aloha Tigers,
Eric Dolphy,
Y Pants,
Tim Buckley,
The Fuzztones,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Toasters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crime,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Terry Callier,
Traffic Nightmare,
Barry Ungar,
Eyeless In Gaza,
CMW,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Offenders,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
kango's stein massive,
Quadrant,
Anakelly,
Pole,
Gregory Isaacs,
Little Man,
The Fortunes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bronski Beat,
Masters at Work,
Circle Jerks,
Adolescents,
Roger Hodgson,
The Gun Club,
The Monks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
K-Klass,
Dual Sessions,
Pantytec,
Yellowson,
Yaz,
Hasil Adkins,
Rites of Spring,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Slackers,
Loose Ends,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.