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 Micronesia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro 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 ABC to the rock 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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 synthesizer and a theremin 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 chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Technova,
Crash Course in Science,
H. Thieme,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rapeman,
Moby Grape,
Simply Red,
Dawn Penn,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sun City Girls,
Scientists,
Chris & Cosey,
Half Japanese,
LL Cool J,
James White and The Blacks,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fire Engines,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Harry Pussy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lyres,
Aaron Thompson,
Grauzone,
The Skatalites,
Slick Rick,
Jeru the Damaja,
Quando Quango,
Idris Muhammad,
Amon Düül II,
Ice-T,
Dead Boys,
Agent Orange,
Henry Cow,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Infiniti,
John Coltrane,
The Monks,
These Immortal Souls,
Glenn Branca,
Maurizio,
Urselle,
Gastr Del Sol,
Whodini,
The Young Rascals,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jawbox,
F. McDonald,
New York Dolls,
The Cure,
Byron Stingily,
Rakim,
Cybotron,
Amon Düül,
The Gories,
Mandrill,
Bobby Sherman,
Gabor Szabo,
Arcadia,
Kayak,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.