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 Vanuatu and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Avey Tare to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum 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 theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
The Knickerbockers,
Alice Coltrane,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Normal,
H. Thieme,
Iggy Pop,
Juan Atkins,
Al Stewart,
Deadbeat,
Fugazi,
Roger Hodgson,
Von Mondo,
Ken Boothe,
Clear Light,
Donald Byrd,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Model 500,
F. McDonald,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soft Cell,
E-Dancer,
The Zeros,
Minny Pops,
Todd Terry,
Royal Trux,
Junior Murvin,
Rotary Connection,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Smiths,
Jacques Brel,
U.S. Maple,
Buzzcocks,
Roy Ayers,
Thompson Twins,
Electric Prunes,
Harry Pussy,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Association,
Stereo Dub,
Main Source,
the Slits,
Frankie Knuckles,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Slackers,
Gang Green,
Y Pants,
Barry Ungar,
The Last Poets,
Dark Day,
Severed Heads,
Slave,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kurtis Blow,
The Wake,
Guru Guru,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ludus,
The Modern Lovers,
AZ,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.