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 Iraq and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Arthur Verocai to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cal Tjader,
La Düsseldorf,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Steve Hackett,
Gerry Rafferty,
U.S. Maple,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Second Layer,
Aloha Tigers,
Accadde A,
Marvin Gaye,
AZ,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sixth Finger,
Ralphi Rosario,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Alice Coltrane,
Eric B and Rakim,
Arab on Radar,
Sugar Minott,
The Move,
Ohio Players,
Josef K,
Moebius,
Dead Boys,
Procol Harum,
Lyres,
Niagra,
Sexual Harrassment,
Minnie Riperton,
Magma,
Nick Fraelich,
New Age Steppers,
Joensuu 1685,
Dennis Brown,
The Monochrome Set,
Symarip,
Mars,
Joe Finger,
Cecil Taylor,
Cheater Slicks,
Section 25,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fuzztones,
Black Sheep,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rufus Thomas,
Bluetip,
The Smoke,
the Bar-Kays,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Q and Not U,
Susan Cadogan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roy Ayers,
Judy Mowatt,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.