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 Kiribati and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare 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 mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Ice-T,
X-Ray Spex,
Mission of Burma,
Symarip,
Y Pants,
Nik Kershaw,
Gang Green,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fela Kuti,
Amazonics,
Avey Tare,
Roxette,
Visage,
The Golliwogs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Stiv Bators,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fall,
Man Parrish,
The Searchers,
Black Bananas,
The Blues Magoos,
Piero Umiliani,
The Sonics,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rekid,
Swell Maps,
The Velvet Underground,
Roger Hodgson,
The Trojans,
Jawbox,
The Wake,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Intrusion,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Todd Terry,
Rapeman,
Boredoms,
The Blackbyrds,
Howard Jones,
Alice Coltrane,
Lou Reed,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hot Snakes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Skatalites,
Jesper Dahlback,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Doors,
Chris Corsano,
Laurel Aitken,
Joe Smooth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soft Cell,
Sexual Harrassment,
The American Breed,
Aaron Thompson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sun Ra,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.