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 Senegal and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jeff Mills to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Andrew Hill,
Todd Rundgren,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Country Teasers,
Pussy Galore,
Ken Boothe,
Isaac Hayes,
T. Rex,
A Certain Ratio,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The J.B.'s,
Kenny Larkin,
Dave Gahan,
Idris Muhammad,
PIL,
Darondo,
Gang Green,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Barrington Levy,
Thee Headcoats,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Radiohead,
Wasted Youth,
Arab on Radar,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lou Christie,
Q65,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Smoke,
Nation of Ulysses,
Livin' Joy,
Suburban Knight,
The Sonics,
U.S. Maple,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Buckinghams,
Aswad,
Josef K,
Suicide,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bang On A Can,
Television Personalities,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Swell Maps,
Popol Vuh,
Slick Rick,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Raincoats,
Funkadelic,
Au Pairs,
Vladislav Delay,
Drexciya,
Man Parrish,
Pulsallama,
Davy DMX,
Underground Resistance,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.