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 Malawi and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Leaves to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions 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 an oboe and a 808 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Skarface,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nick Fraelich,
Jesper Dahlback,
Chrome,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Grass Roots,
Ronan,
One Last Wish,
Joy Division,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cluster,
The Birthday Party,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sight & Sound,
The Pop Group,
Suburban Knight,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobby Byrd,
X-Ray Spex,
Minor Threat,
Crash Course in Science,
Skriet,
Laurel Aitken,
Piero Umiliani,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tim Buckley,
Khruangbin,
The Smiths,
L. Decosne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
CMW,
Make Up,
Pole,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Y Pants,
Second Layer,
Matthew Halsall,
Clear Light,
Rites of Spring,
Accadde A,
Lightning Bolt,
Carl Craig,
Rosa Yemen,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Newcleus,
Mark Hollis,
Bizarre Inc.,
Royal Trux,
The American Breed,
The Angels of Light,
Fad Gadget,
the Slits,
Cymande,
Lou Reed,
The Fugs,
Porter Ricks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Flamin' Groovies,
Organ,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.