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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba 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 Avey Tare 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Tubeway Army,
Guru Guru,
The Offenders,
Max Romeo,
Dead Boys,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pylon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tim Buckley,
Ossler,
Gichy Dan,
The Sonics,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Holt,
Hardrive,
10cc,
ABBA,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Evens,
Morten Harket,
Wings,
Quando Quango,
X-Ray Spex,
The Martian,
The Trojans,
Rod Modell,
Lee Hazlewood,
H. Thieme,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Underground Resistance,
The Dave Clark Five,
Zero Boys,
Minnie Riperton,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Johnny Clarke,
D'Angelo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Silicon Teens,
KRS-One,
Maleditus Sound,
Groovy Waters,
The Misunderstood,
T.S.O.L.,
Rosa Yemen,
The Barracudas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Gladiators,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lalann,
The Cure,
Sister Nancy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joy Division,
Mad Mike,
48th St. Collective,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.