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 Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pussy Galore to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Freddie Wadling,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Barrington Levy,
New Order,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Procol Harum,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Spandau Ballet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Clear Light,
Mission of Burma,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
DNA,
Bush Tetras,
Symarip,
LL Cool J,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Skatalites,
Kevin Saunderson,
Laurel Aitken,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sixth Finger,
The Golliwogs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gang Starr,
Jawbox,
The Smiths,
the Bar-Kays,
Soul II Soul,
Lower 48,
June Days,
Joensuu 1685,
Sam Rivers,
the Slits,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
X-101,
The Index,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Danielle Patucci,
Magazine,
Deadbeat,
Sonic Youth,
Boredoms,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Count Five,
The Star Department,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lou Christie,
Byron Stingily,
Patti Smith,
Black Flag,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dennis Brown,
the Fania All-Stars,
Aswad,
Sex Pistols,
Crime,
Underground Resistance,
Model 500,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.