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 Croatia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Red Krayola to the grunge 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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Sandy B,
Rotary Connection,
The Neon Judgement,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
June of 44,
The Cosmic Jokers,
These Immortal Souls,
Buzzcocks,
E-Dancer,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Man Parrish,
The American Breed,
Roger Hodgson,
Excepter,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lou Christie,
U.S. Maple,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Monks,
Suburban Knight,
Bobby Byrd,
Kayak,
Monolake,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Seeds,
The Cramps,
Depeche Mode,
Jacques Brel,
Darondo,
Yellowson,
Junior Murvin,
Steve Hackett,
The Fortunes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Outsiders,
Pulsallama,
Sun Ra,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fort Wilson Riot,
World's Most,
New Order,
Marmalade,
Mo-Dettes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Todd Rundgren,
Tubeway Army,
Procol Harum,
David Axelrod,
Matthew Halsall,
Theoretical Girls,
Jerry's Kids,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cal Tjader,
Todd Terry,
Sex Pistols,
Joensuu 1685,
David McCallum,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.