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 Egypt and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 LL Cool J to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar 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 harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Matthew Halsall,
Los Fastidios,
Eddi Front,
Crash Course in Science,
Jeru the Damaja,
Donny Hathaway,
Metal Thangz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soulsonic Force,
James White and The Blacks,
Thompson Twins,
Porter Ricks,
Magma,
Thee Headcoats,
EPMD,
Alton Ellis,
Sugar Minott,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Electric Prunes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rosa Yemen,
Country Joe & The Fish,
B.T. Express,
Heaven 17,
Joy Division,
Dorothy Ashby,
Todd Terry,
Massinfluence,
MDC,
Arab on Radar,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Birthday Party,
The Move,
David Axelrod,
Second Layer,
Lucky Dragons,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rekid,
Eli Mardock,
Nation of Ulysses,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kerri Chandler,
Model 500,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bizarre Inc.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fugs,
Ice-T,
Pantaleimon,
Grauzone,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sex Pistols,
Young Marble Giants,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Prince Buster,
Eurythmics,
Wasted Youth,
Yusef Lateef,
Deadbeat,
Mars,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.