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 India and from New York.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Anthony Braxton to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum 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 clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Tubeway Army,
Eddi Front,
Quadrant,
Albert Ayler,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dead Boys,
Lou Reed,
Fear,
Davy DMX,
Sun Ra,
Accadde A,
Fluxion,
JFA,
Vainqueur,
The Monochrome Set,
Alison Limerick,
Animal Collective,
The Music Machine,
Swans,
Section 25,
Yusef Lateef,
Alton Ellis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Barbara Tucker,
Dawn Penn,
China Crisis,
The Fall,
Pierre Henry,
Bobby Sherman,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Real Kids,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sarah Menescal,
Dennis Brown,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Amon Düül,
Carl Craig,
The Gories,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Moody Blues,
Jesper Dahlback,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wire,
Funkadelic,
Barclay James Harvest,
Con Funk Shun,
John Holt,
Don Cherry,
Electric Prunes,
Technova,
The Birthday Party,
Stetsasonic,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
KRS-One,
The United States of America,
Lyres,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.