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 Kyrgyzstan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Don Cherry to the crunk 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Black Sheep,
Mo-Dettes,
Radio Birdman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Letta Mbulu,
John Coltrane,
Sonny Sharrock,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wings,
Alison Limerick,
a-ha,
Youth Brigade,
The Slits,
Kayak,
Sandy B,
The Martian,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cybotron,
Danielle Patucci,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
X-101,
Pharoah Sanders,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Searchers,
John Foxx,
Warsaw,
Joe Finger,
John Cale,
Dorothy Ashby,
Brick,
A Certain Ratio,
Bush Tetras,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Desert Stars,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Spandau Ballet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
T. Rex,
Main Source,
Kenny Larkin,
Derrick Morgan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lungfish,
The Offenders,
Barbara Tucker,
Alice Coltrane,
Byron Stingily,
Cal Tjader,
Thompson Twins,
Donald Byrd,
Lindisfarne,
Alton Ellis,
Dave Gahan,
Sixth Finger,
Jerry's Kids,
Janne Schatter,
Wasted Youth,
48th St. Collective,
Matthew Halsall,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.