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 Portugal and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dorothy Ashby 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin 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 mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Oblivians,
Easy Going,
Skarface,
Anthony Braxton,
MC5,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Durutti Column,
Brand Nubian,
Jeff Lynne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lalann,
Make Up,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Saccharine Trust,
OOIOO,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wings,
Gichy Dan,
Ossler,
Hoover,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ituana,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kayak,
A Certain Ratio,
Urselle,
The Pretty Things,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Dirtbombs,
Yusef Lateef,
Peter and Kerry,
Hasil Adkins,
Kool Moe Dee,
Connie Case,
Isaac Hayes,
Circle Jerks,
Swell Maps,
New Age Steppers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Angry Samoans,
Michelle Simonal,
Animal Collective,
Slave,
Mad Mike,
Nirvana,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Moebius,
Severed Heads,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fugs,
Boredoms,
Jacques Brel,
Graham Central Station,
X-Ray Spex,
Sister Nancy,
Leonard Cohen,
Sun City Girls,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.