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 Fiji and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar 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 MC5 to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes 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 sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Saints,
The Dave Clark Five,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Minor Threat,
Panda Bear,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mo-Dettes,
Qualms,
Josef K,
Hot Snakes,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Barracudas,
Chris Corsano,
Gregory Isaacs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Camberwell Now,
Clear Light,
Harmonia,
Junior Murvin,
Inner City,
Porter Ricks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bluetip,
Hardrive,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joe Smooth,
Eden Ahbez,
The Moody Blues,
Jeff Mills,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sixth Finger,
Charles Mingus,
China Crisis,
Grauzone,
The Modern Lovers,
Khruangbin,
Q and Not U,
Scott Walker,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Terry Callier,
Rosa Yemen,
Crash Course in Science,
Kayak,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Yusef Lateef,
Brand Nubian,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
This Heat,
The Toasters,
Kerri Chandler,
One Last Wish,
Robert Wyatt,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bang On A Can,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mission of Burma,
Kerrie Biddell,
Electric Prunes,
Quantec,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.