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 Malta and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Young Rascals to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar 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 snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
The Smiths,
Can,
10cc,
Derrick May,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ponytail,
Brand Nubian,
The Blues Magoos,
Johnny Osbourne,
Blancmange,
Inner City,
Cameo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joyce Sims,
Saccharine Trust,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Offenders,
Connie Case,
The Fugs,
Aloha Tigers,
48th St. Collective,
The Busters,
Amazonics,
The Vogues,
Delta 5,
Gichy Dan,
Country Teasers,
a-ha,
Roxy Music,
The Doobie Brothers,
CMW,
Minor Threat,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sixth Finger,
Goldenarms,
Donny Hathaway,
Gang Green,
Mark Hollis,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Black Dice,
Loose Ends,
Rotary Connection,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eden Ahbez,
Thee Headcoats,
Aswad,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Peter & Gordon,
Neil Young,
Hashim,
Matthew Bourne,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Music Machine,
John Foxx,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Don Cherry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Funky Four + One,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.