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 Tajikistan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Marine Girls to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe 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 mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sparks,
Roxy Music,
Pylon,
Sight & Sound,
Infiniti,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Agent Orange,
Parry Music,
Scientists,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
L. Decosne,
Chris & Cosey,
Qualms,
Amon Düül,
Dennis Brown,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lou Christie,
Au Pairs,
The Move,
Sex Pistols,
Q65,
Bill Near,
Oneida,
Joey Negro,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wire,
Crooked Eye,
Joy Division,
Stiv Bators,
Aswad,
Amazonics,
Goldenarms,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sällskapet,
Magma,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Trumans Water,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobby Womack,
Rhythm & Sound,
Country Teasers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Foxx,
Man Eating Sloth,
Absolute Body Control,
Silicon Teens,
John Holt,
48th St. Collective,
The Stooges,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roy Ayers,
Kurtis Blow,
Rotary Connection,
Jeff Lynne,
Niagra,
The Red Krayola,
Jacob Miller,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.