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 Fiji and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 John Holt to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nils Olav,
Intrusion,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Erykah Badu,
Ornette Coleman,
Q and Not U,
The Detroit Cobras,
Delta 5,
Lebanon Hanover,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Television,
KRS-One,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kayak,
Bluetip,
Pulsallama,
ABC,
The Fugs,
Eric Dolphy,
The Angels of Light,
The Blackbyrds,
Throbbing Gristle,
Minutemen,
The Real Kids,
Silicon Teens,
Loose Ends,
Drive Like Jehu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Andrew Hill,
Au Pairs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
X-101,
The Doors,
Whodini,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rapeman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Echospace,
Roger Hodgson,
Ponytail,
Blake Baxter,
Iggy Pop,
Thee Headcoats,
Tim Buckley,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fuzztones,
Symarip,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wally Richardson,
The New Christs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Albert Ayler,
Fela Kuti,
Faraquet,
Chrome,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Skriet,
Cecil Taylor,
Kas Product,
8 Eyed Spy,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.