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 Samoa and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rufus Thomas to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a guitar 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 theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Mighty Diamonds,
One Last Wish,
Tim Buckley,
Kas Product,
Delta 5,
Index,
The Evens,
Albert Ayler,
Gang of Four,
The Human League,
The Buckinghams,
Little Man,
D'Angelo,
Oneida,
Bush Tetras,
Franke,
Avey Tare,
Brand Nubian,
Brothers Johnson,
The New Christs,
Mission of Burma,
Bobby Womack,
Hot Snakes,
Jacques Brel,
The Red Krayola,
Tropical Tobacco,
ABBA,
Patti Smith,
Kerri Chandler,
Eric B and Rakim,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Liliput,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Residents,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wasted Youth,
Man Parrish,
Faraquet,
Roxette,
The Fuzztones,
Accadde A,
Talk Talk,
Quantec,
Amon Düül II,
Darondo,
cv313,
The Dirtbombs,
Heaven 17,
The Doobie Brothers,
Essential Logic,
DJ Sneak,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sparks,
Brass Construction,
The Cramps,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Zeros,
The Tremeloes,
Ultravox,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.