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 Sierra Leone and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Warren Ellis to the techno 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer 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 chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
The Kinks,
Rapeman,
the Association,
Cluster,
Soul II Soul,
Wolf Eyes,
Scott Walker,
Shuggie Otis,
Pierre Henry,
Sällskapet,
Ponytail,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Doobie Brothers,
Prince Buster,
Quando Quango,
Pulsallama,
Quadrant,
Bad Manners,
Loose Ends,
Boredoms,
Jandek,
Sarah Menescal,
Second Layer,
Animal Collective,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crime,
Al Stewart,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fire Engines,
Yazoo,
Intrusion,
B.T. Express,
Roxy Music,
Warsaw,
Brand Nubian,
June of 44,
Cecil Taylor,
DJ Style,
Lou Christie,
T. Rex,
Das Ding,
John Holt,
The Leaves,
Nico,
Ultra Naté,
Pantytec,
Tommy Roe,
Byron Stingily,
The Fortunes,
Sun Ra,
Silicon Teens,
Chris Corsano,
The Mojo Men,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Girls At Our Best!,
Idris Muhammad,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.