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 Oman and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Idris Muhammad to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes 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 guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Harry Pussy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
DJ Style,
The Associates,
Loose Ends,
John Foxx,
Absolute Body Control,
the Bar-Kays,
Aaron Thompson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nils Olav,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rekid,
Black Bananas,
Todd Terry,
Slave,
Alice Coltrane,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Modern Lovers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Birthday Party,
James White and The Blacks,
Susan Cadogan,
Reagan Youth,
Alton Ellis,
John Cale,
Camberwell Now,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Germs,
Con Funk Shun,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
MDC,
Joe Finger,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tim Buckley,
Section 25,
Grey Daturas,
Theoretical Girls,
Archie Shepp,
The Buckinghams,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eddi Front,
The Move,
Technova,
Michelle Simonal,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Funkadelic,
Marcia Griffiths,
Yaz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fugazi,
Arthur Verocai,
The Stooges,
The Techniques,
The Grass Roots,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.