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 Dominican Republic and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
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 Crooked Eye to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
The Human League,
The Gap Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Martian,
Prince Buster,
Spandau Ballet,
Clear Light,
Ice-T,
Pagans,
Yusef Lateef,
The American Breed,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crime,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Mummies,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fortunes,
Lucky Dragons,
Hot Snakes,
June Days,
The Fire Engines,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Sonics,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ornette Coleman,
The Stooges,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ludus,
Gregory Isaacs,
Country Teasers,
Barry Ungar,
China Crisis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
DNA,
Ossler,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Seeds,
Graham Central Station,
Goldenarms,
Brass Construction,
Marvin Gaye,
The Skatalites,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Amon Düül II,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Knickerbockers,
Essential Logic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Velvet Underground,
Barbara Tucker,
Davy DMX,
Pylon,
Soft Cell,
Mary Jane Girls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.