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 Austria and from New York.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 David Axelrod to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator 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 mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Cecil Taylor,
Lucky Dragons,
Hoover,
Donald Byrd,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bluetip,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Darondo,
Y Pants,
The Toasters,
a-ha,
Adolescents,
Rufus Thomas,
Joey Negro,
Pylon,
Drexciya,
Lou Reed,
The Residents,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pantytec,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Monochrome Set,
Reuben Wilson,
Magazine,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Deadbeat,
Traffic Nightmare,
Big Daddy Kane,
Public Image Ltd.,
Desert Stars,
Nik Kershaw,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tim Buckley,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Royal Trux,
KRS-One,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Kinks,
The Last Poets,
Vladislav Delay,
Heaven 17,
Johnny Clarke,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dawn Penn,
Radiohead,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Altered Images,
UT,
Maurizio,
Rotary Connection,
Spandau Ballet,
Barry Ungar,
Main Source,
Ponytail,
The Cramps,
Camberwell Now,
Icehouse,
Scratch Acid,
World's Most,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.