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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Ituana to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Section 25,
MC5,
Moby Grape,
The Kinks,
Ludus,
James White and The Blacks,
Mark Hollis,
KRS-One,
Eli Mardock,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Echospace,
Sällskapet,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soul II Soul,
The Standells,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Girls At Our Best!,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sarah Menescal,
Gang Starr,
Cameo,
Moss Icon,
Rod Modell,
Scratch Acid,
kango's stein massive,
Desert Stars,
The Happenings,
Amon Düül,
Gong,
Bootsy Collins,
Tom Boy,
The Walker Brothers,
Nico,
Jacob Miller,
10cc,
Sparks,
Oblivians,
Television,
Anakelly,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lebanon Hanover,
8 Eyed Spy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soulsonic Force,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Saints,
Angry Samoans,
The Young Rascals,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
E-Dancer,
Howard Jones,
Max Romeo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gichy Dan,
Crash Course in Science,
Unwound,
Rites of Spring,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sixth Finger,
The Remains,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.