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 Botswana and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Kerrie Biddell to the rap 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar 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 rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Rufus Thomas,
Monks,
Soft Machine,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Flamin' Groovies,
Warsaw,
This Heat,
Vainqueur,
The Mummies,
Lebanon Hanover,
UT,
Byron Stingily,
Bill Near,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobby Womack,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Slave,
Leonard Cohen,
Fad Gadget,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Seeds,
Henry Cow,
Deepchord,
Roy Ayers,
Donny Hathaway,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Isaac Hayes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Oneida,
Wolf Eyes,
Fat Boys,
Tom Boy,
Babytalk,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Girls At Our Best!,
Johnny Osbourne,
Little Man,
Tomorrow,
Brick,
Glenn Branca,
The Blackbyrds,
Oblivians,
Darondo,
Pussy Galore,
The United States of America,
Eden Ahbez,
Rotary Connection,
Smog,
Susan Cadogan,
Hashim,
Ornette Coleman,
Radiopuhelimet,
Johnny Clarke,
Boredoms,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Thompson Twins,
Marmalade,
Bobby Sherman,
Malaria!,
Average White Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.