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 Solomon Islands and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Malaria! to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders 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 synthesizer 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 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Neil Young,
Eve St. Jones,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
ABBA,
AZ,
Gang Gang Dance,
Buzzcocks,
JFA,
Andrew Hill,
June of 44,
Sight & Sound,
Jacob Miller,
Rites of Spring,
Mo-Dettes,
Matthew Bourne,
Marshall Jefferson,
Peter and Kerry,
T.S.O.L.,
Absolute Body Control,
Joe Smooth,
Desert Stars,
Yusef Lateef,
Josef K,
Severed Heads,
Half Japanese,
Qualms,
Symarip,
Sound Behaviour,
The Martian,
Bush Tetras,
Spoonie Gee,
Byron Stingily,
Dennis Brown,
The Beau Brummels,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jacques Brel,
K-Klass,
Ralphi Rosario,
Easy Going,
Fat Boys,
James White and The Blacks,
Massinfluence,
Maleditus Sound,
One Last Wish,
Ponytail,
10cc,
Todd Terry,
The Litter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Urselle,
Minor Threat,
Camouflage,
Vainqueur,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Matthew Halsall,
Soulsonic Force,
Hoover,
Rosa Yemen,
Ultra Naté,
Tres Demented,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.