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 Korea South and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Golliwogs to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ 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 guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
The Dead C,
Marcia Griffiths,
X-101,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marmalade,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cameo,
Schoolly D,
Bobby Womack,
Fatback Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Gories,
Stetsasonic,
John Holt,
Gang of Four,
Glenn Branca,
OOIOO,
The Stooges,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dennis Brown,
Barbara Tucker,
The Buckinghams,
Tom Boy,
Don Cherry,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Residents,
The Fuzztones,
Bill Near,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Monks,
Minutemen,
LL Cool J,
Eve St. Jones,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tommy Roe,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Coltrane,
Panda Bear,
Letta Mbulu,
The Music Machine,
June Days,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Brand Nubian,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scientists,
Ludus,
Harry Pussy,
Erasure,
Black Bananas,
Popol Vuh,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Newcleus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sandy B,
Television,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.