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 Kosovo and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 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 Eddi Front to the disco 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum 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 linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
John Lydon,
Procol Harum,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tomorrow,
Magma,
Man Eating Sloth,
The American Breed,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fat Boys,
Accadde A,
Robert Görl,
Deadbeat,
Tubeway Army,
New Age Steppers,
The Smoke,
Q65,
Matthew Halsall,
FM Einheit,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cluster,
Grandmaster Flash,
Yellowson,
Moby Grape,
Roxette,
Lower 48,
Angry Samoans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang Green,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jacob Miller,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Khruangbin,
The Beau Brummels,
Severed Heads,
Schoolly D,
Todd Terry,
The Dave Clark Five,
Half Japanese,
Joe Finger,
R.M.O.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Martian,
The Monochrome Set,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scientists,
Ornette Coleman,
Neu!,
The Kinks,
Tom Boy,
Rapeman,
Ten City,
Slave,
Flash Fearless,
The Sound,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.