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 Tanzania and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Shoche to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Standells. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer 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 theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Unrelated Segments,
Maurizio,
The Sonics,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eve St. Jones,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eli Mardock,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Human League,
Cheater Slicks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Cure,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Andrew Hill,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lalann,
Reagan Youth,
Sandy B,
The Count Five,
Curtis Mayfield,
Blake Baxter,
The Remains,
Little Man,
Mr. Review,
Avey Tare,
Index,
Deepchord,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Monks,
David Bowie,
Johnny Osbourne,
Amon Düül,
The Motions,
the Bar-Kays,
Public Image Ltd.,
Erykah Badu,
The Modern Lovers,
Slick Rick,
Tubeway Army,
MC5,
Stiv Bators,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bobby Byrd,
Aswad,
Monks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Kinks,
Mad Mike,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kerri Chandler,
The Dirtbombs,
Audionom,
Delon & Dalcan,
Maleditus Sound,
Kaleidoscope,
Althea and Donna,
Eric Dolphy,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.