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 Eritrea and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sam Rivers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese 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 funk 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 clarinet and a theremin 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Skatalites,
Steve Hackett,
Severed Heads,
The Birthday Party,
Pulsallama,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hashim,
Can,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Happenings,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bush Tetras,
Circle Jerks,
Joensuu 1685,
Infiniti,
Marc Almond,
China Crisis,
The Knickerbockers,
Eve St. Jones,
Funky Four + One,
F. McDonald,
Ituana,
The Sound,
Warsaw,
Pantytec,
Shuggie Otis,
Amon Düül,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Seeds,
Cecil Taylor,
Man Parrish,
Magma,
Dark Day,
Idris Muhammad,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Moleskins,
Howard Jones,
The Pretty Things,
Television,
Trumans Water,
Theoretical Girls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Al Stewart,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joey Negro,
The Stooges,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Gladiators,
Royal Trux,
Kayak,
Das Ding,
The Cowsills,
the Bar-Kays,
Slick Rick,
OOIOO,
Mantronix,
Peter and Kerry,
The Detroit Cobras,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.