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 Netherlands and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the marimba 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 Aloha Tigers to the grunge 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Television Personalities,
John Holt,
Drexciya,
Animal Collective,
The Gap Band,
Neil Young,
Erasure,
Yusef Lateef,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Shoche,
The Busters,
Niagra,
Steve Hackett,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crooked Eye,
Reagan Youth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Selecter,
ABC,
Ossler,
Wally Richardson,
The Searchers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Vladislav Delay,
Eddi Front,
Idris Muhammad,
Quando Quango,
The Blues Magoos,
Rod Modell,
Second Layer,
Masters at Work,
Cal Tjader,
the Slits,
Subhumans,
Charles Mingus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Minor Threat,
John Foxx,
Ice-T,
Man Parrish,
Alison Limerick,
Spoonie Gee,
Deadbeat,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Anthony Braxton,
The Associates,
Absolute Body Control,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Letta Mbulu,
Lungfish,
Gang Gang Dance,
Little Man,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bush Tetras,
The Angels of Light,
The Real Kids,
Ohio Players,
UT,
Symarip,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.