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 Dominica and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Salvador.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 Reagan Youth to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a synthesizer and a marimba 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 güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Delta 5,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
8 Eyed Spy,
Erykah Badu,
The Moody Blues,
Pierre Henry,
Robert Görl,
Wings,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Whodini,
Inner City,
The Skatalites,
Crime,
Masters at Work,
FM Einheit,
Moss Icon,
Ludus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
DJ Sneak,
The Monochrome Set,
Chrome,
Pylon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Andrew Hill,
Joensuu 1685,
Public Enemy,
Altered Images,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Sound,
Quando Quango,
Simply Red,
the Germs,
The Evens,
Jacob Miller,
Con Funk Shun,
Darondo,
Television Personalities,
Bootsy Collins,
Yusef Lateef,
Alton Ellis,
Kayak,
K-Klass,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobby Byrd,
Derrick Morgan,
Amon Düül,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Cale,
Mandrill,
In Retrospect,
The Motions,
Joey Negro,
Brand Nubian,
Siglo XX,
Scott Walker,
Faraquet,
Adolescents,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Dirtbombs,
Sam Rivers,
X-101,
Ultravox,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.