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 Hungary and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Boredoms to the grunge 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord 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 marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Das Ding,
Funky Four + One,
Suburban Knight,
Alison Limerick,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Sheep,
David McCallum,
Minutemen,
La Düsseldorf,
Tomorrow,
Crime,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Moody Blues,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joe Finger,
Maurizio,
The Smoke,
The Sonics,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Neil Young,
Juan Atkins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Donny Hathaway,
H. Thieme,
Bluetip,
The Electric Prunes,
Skarface,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Thompson Twins,
Crooked Eye,
JFA,
Eddi Front,
Gabor Szabo,
The Kinks,
Joey Negro,
Quadrant,
Erasure,
Siglo XX,
Dead Boys,
The Red Krayola,
Negative Approach,
Eve St. Jones,
Curtis Mayfield,
Essential Logic,
Khruangbin,
Half Japanese,
Crispy Ambulance,
Brick,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gregory Isaacs,
Grey Daturas,
Carl Craig,
Loose Ends,
The Gories,
Arcadia,
Cymande,
Marmalade,
Aaron Thompson,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.