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 Grenada and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Neon Judgement to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator 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 arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Davy DMX,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Liliput,
Nils Olav,
Audionom,
Godley & Creme,
Suicide,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Fall,
The Vogues,
Avey Tare,
Roger Hodgson,
Make Up,
The Velvet Underground,
Visage,
Fatback Band,
Rakim,
Arthur Verocai,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Gap Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Mojo Men,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mr. Review,
Q65,
Gong,
The Fire Engines,
Model 500,
June of 44,
Darondo,
The Gories,
ABBA,
Crispian St. Peters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hoover,
Josef K,
Rites of Spring,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Terrestrial Tones,
Banda Bassotti,
A Certain Ratio,
Marine Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Standells,
F. McDonald,
The Martian,
D'Angelo,
Cluster,
James White and The Blacks,
Unrelated Segments,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Alice Coltrane,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Wake,
The Zeros,
Yellowson,
The Leaves,
Wire,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
EPMD,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.