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 Namibia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Peter & Gordon to the disco 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ 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 clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scientists,
Thee Headcoats,
Japan,
Simply Red,
Sun City Girls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cal Tjader,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bluetip,
Bootsy Collins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Robert Hood,
Man Parrish,
Youth Brigade,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Shuggie Otis,
Graham Central Station,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marmalade,
Bill Near,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sandy B,
Neil Young,
Boz Scaggs,
Smog,
Cecil Taylor,
Reagan Youth,
Michelle Simonal,
Lou Christie,
The Star Department,
T. Rex,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joey Negro,
The Golliwogs,
Bang On A Can,
Kaleidoscope,
Peter and Kerry,
Moebius,
David Axelrod,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
La Düsseldorf,
Joensuu 1685,
Symarip,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Visage,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jawbox,
UT,
the Germs,
Amon Düül II,
Derrick May,
Joyce Sims,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Index,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.