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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Fear to the electroclash 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Nils Olav,
Warren Ellis,
Gang Green,
The Gun Club,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jeru the Damaja,
Angry Samoans,
the Normal,
Desert Stars,
Urselle,
the Bar-Kays,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gregory Isaacs,
Camouflage,
Subhumans,
Soulsonic Force,
R.M.O.,
Eve St. Jones,
Alton Ellis,
Flipper,
Man Parrish,
Dennis Brown,
The Gories,
Cymande,
The Last Poets,
Bill Near,
Bush Tetras,
Josef K,
The Gladiators,
Ludus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Little Man,
Banda Bassotti,
The Birthday Party,
Ice-T,
The Barracudas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sun City Girls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lou Reed,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Derrick May,
Mary Jane Girls,
Das Ding,
The Moody Blues,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Beau Brummels,
The Index,
Joy Division,
Motorama,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Hashim,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Human League,
Half Japanese,
Althea and Donna,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.