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 Marshall Islands and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Monochrome Set to the grime 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Idris Muhammad,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Golliwogs,
The Gladiators,
Simply Red,
Aural Exciters,
Make Up,
Eurythmics,
Eric Copeland,
The Neon Judgement,
Rekid,
Big Daddy Kane,
World's Most,
The Star Department,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joyce Sims,
Sandy B,
The Last Poets,
Eli Mardock,
DJ Style,
Adolescents,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crooked Eye,
Electric Prunes,
Quantec,
June of 44,
Ornette Coleman,
Agent Orange,
Hoover,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Robert Wyatt,
Glambeats Corp.,
Surgeon,
Panda Bear,
The Music Machine,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dual Sessions,
Los Fastidios,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
In Retrospect,
The Moleskins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Todd Terry,
Country Teasers,
Faraquet,
David Bowie,
Rotary Connection,
Chrome,
Magma,
The Fire Engines,
Nik Kershaw,
Cecil Taylor,
FM Einheit,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mark Hollis,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Smiths,
Slick Rick,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bauhaus,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.