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 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Reuben Wilson to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a linndrum and a guitar 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 clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Babytalk,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Move,
Trumans Water,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Gap Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
New Order,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hot Snakes,
Unrelated Segments,
Alphaville,
Clear Light,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Altered Images,
The Gories,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Sonics,
The Count Five,
Todd Rundgren,
The Selecter,
Gang Starr,
The Tremeloes,
The Offenders,
Stetsasonic,
PIL,
Fluxion,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Beasts of Bourbon,
World's Most,
Thee Headcoats,
Electric Prunes,
Drexciya,
The Evens,
The United States of America,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Malaria!,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Grass Roots,
Nik Kershaw,
Motorama,
Skriet,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Divine Comedy,
Pantaleimon,
Anthony Braxton,
Mantronix,
E-Dancer,
Massinfluence,
Lou Christie,
Mars,
Liliput,
Sun City Girls,
James White and The Blacks,
Crooked Eye,
Eurythmics,
Cal Tjader,
the Soft Cell,
Graham Central Station,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.