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 Ghana and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the funk 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a marimba 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 a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
48th St. Collective,
Stetsasonic,
Rhythm & Sound,
This Heat,
Rapeman,
Sandy B,
Mandrill,
Juan Atkins,
Grandmaster Flash,
Don Cherry,
Colin Newman,
Scott Walker,
Al Stewart,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marine Girls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Alice Coltrane,
Severed Heads,
Excepter,
F. McDonald,
Leonard Cohen,
Aswad,
Pierre Henry,
Kaleidoscope,
Lebanon Hanover,
Thompson Twins,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Charles Mingus,
The Electric Prunes,
Q and Not U,
Idris Muhammad,
Quando Quango,
The Kinks,
the Germs,
Scan 7,
June of 44,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Flipper,
Joyce Sims,
Youth Brigade,
The Golliwogs,
Porter Ricks,
Fat Boys,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bang On A Can,
David Axelrod,
The Moody Blues,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mission of Burma,
Beasts of Bourbon,
LL Cool J,
The Slits,
Niagra,
The Searchers,
OOIOO,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Star Department,
Cecil Taylor,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.