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 Nauru and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Albert Ayler to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
The Black Dice,
Blossom Toes,
Basic Channel,
The Fall,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crooked Eye,
Mandrill,
Man Parrish,
Archie Shepp,
Urselle,
Sarah Menescal,
Organ,
The Misunderstood,
Sixth Finger,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mars,
Fad Gadget,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
FM Einheit,
Pantaleimon,
LL Cool J,
Electric Prunes,
The Zeros,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cal Tjader,
Fluxion,
Soul Sonic Force,
Camouflage,
The Dirtbombs,
Joyce Sims,
Sonic Youth,
Ken Boothe,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wasted Youth,
The Toasters,
Infiniti,
Donald Byrd,
Trumans Water,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fear,
Man Eating Sloth,
Juan Atkins,
Reagan Youth,
The New Christs,
New York Dolls,
Maurizio,
Crispian St. Peters,
X-102,
a-ha,
Con Funk Shun,
Television Personalities,
Marmalade,
Graham Central Station,
Eurythmics,
Howard Jones,
Model 500,
Bootsy Collins,
China Crisis,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.