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 Laos and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Jeru the Damaja to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba 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 clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Derrick Morgan,
Josef K,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mantronix,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Move,
Silicon Teens,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The United States of America,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Monks,
Pere Ubu,
Siglo XX,
John Coltrane,
Metal Thangz,
Godley & Creme,
Rosa Yemen,
Blossom Toes,
Brothers Johnson,
Magazine,
Electric Prunes,
The Gladiators,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jeff Lynne,
Hot Snakes,
Deakin,
Freddie Wadling,
Neu!,
The Associates,
Oblivians,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Byron Stingily,
Pierre Henry,
Marmalade,
Letta Mbulu,
The Names,
Cymande,
Slave,
Ronan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Cale,
Inner City,
Hoover,
The Music Machine,
Drive Like Jehu,
Au Pairs,
Stiv Bators,
Scientists,
Cal Tjader,
Vainqueur,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Avey Tare,
New York Dolls,
In Retrospect,
Dennis Brown,
Marshall Jefferson,
Public Enemy,
Johnny Clarke,
Soft Cell,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.