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 Samoa 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Lungfish to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ 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 oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Henry Cow,
The Skatalites,
Lightning Bolt,
June Days,
Howard Jones,
Technova,
Country Teasers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
New Age Steppers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The J.B.'s,
The Divine Comedy,
The Modern Lovers,
Donald Byrd,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soft Machine,
Saccharine Trust,
The Cramps,
Judy Mowatt,
UT,
Junior Murvin,
the Association,
Davy DMX,
Leonard Cohen,
Television,
Maurizio,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Moon,
Japan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Guru Guru,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crash Course in Science,
The Moleskins,
Fat Boys,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mary Jane Girls,
Peter & Gordon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Move,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scion,
Eurythmics,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Stiv Bators,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marvin Gaye,
Arab on Radar,
Scratch Acid,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Main Source,
The Associates,
Section 25,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kool Moe Dee,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.