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 Syria and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator 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 sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Rhythm & Sound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Quantec,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Grass Roots,
Pussy Galore,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
New Age Steppers,
These Immortal Souls,
In Retrospect,
Drexciya,
cv313,
Agitation Free,
Alphaville,
Lower 48,
The Gap Band,
Franke,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Panda Bear,
Scientists,
Sandy B,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sixth Finger,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sex Pistols,
Boogie Down Productions,
Traffic Nightmare,
Avey Tare,
Blake Baxter,
Bang On A Can,
Porter Ricks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Vainqueur,
Kaleidoscope,
New Order,
Dead Boys,
ABC,
Faraquet,
Gabor Szabo,
Lyres,
Absolute Body Control,
Index,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Dead C,
Gil Scott Heron,
R.M.O.,
Magma,
Malaria!,
DNA,
Alice Coltrane,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Kinks,
Visage,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.