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 Italy and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 David Bowie 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Suicide,
Bluetip,
Aural Exciters,
Quadrant,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pylon,
Liliput,
Piero Umiliani,
Matthew Bourne,
Isaac Hayes,
Q and Not U,
the Soft Cell,
Unwound,
Rod Modell,
Animal Collective,
The Sound,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Brick,
Qualms,
Marmalade,
Severed Heads,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lightning Bolt,
Connie Case,
Lou Christie,
Moebius,
Cluster,
Charles Mingus,
Marc Almond,
Patti Smith,
Gastr Del Sol,
Danielle Patucci,
Bush Tetras,
The Monks,
Big Daddy Kane,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Quando Quango,
Television,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lower 48,
Leonard Cohen,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
L. Decosne,
8 Eyed Spy,
Maleditus Sound,
Arthur Verocai,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Todd Rundgren,
Mad Mike,
The Martian,
the Sonics,
Rotary Connection,
Lalo Schifrin,
48th St. Collective,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Inner City,
Radiopuhelimet,
Faust,
Spoonie Gee,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.