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 Senegal and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 Livin' Joy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron 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 theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Man Parrish,
Crooked Eye,
UT,
Saccharine Trust,
Crash Course in Science,
Ituana,
Mars,
Spoonie Gee,
The Cure,
Alice Coltrane,
Toni Rubio,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mantronix,
Aaron Thompson,
Joey Negro,
Chris & Cosey,
Lindisfarne,
Bang On A Can,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Gun Club,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rotary Connection,
Piero Umiliani,
Sonic Youth,
Agitation Free,
Excepter,
Marvin Gaye,
Pylon,
Gong,
FM Einheit,
The Fall,
The Walker Brothers,
Judy Mowatt,
These Immortal Souls,
Soulsonic Force,
Minnie Riperton,
Byron Stingily,
Barclay James Harvest,
Visage,
Laurel Aitken,
Royal Trux,
Tim Buckley,
Cymande,
Yusef Lateef,
Joy Division,
Dave Gahan,
Bobby Byrd,
Eve St. Jones,
Grandmaster Flash,
Funkadelic,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tomorrow,
H. Thieme,
Steve Hackett,
Fifty Foot Hose,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tubeway Army,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.