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 Benin 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Red Krayola to the jazz 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator 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 arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Mr. Review,
T. Rex,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Parry Music,
Marine Girls,
Flash Fearless,
Youth Brigade,
The Cure,
Tropical Tobacco,
Camouflage,
The Electric Prunes,
The United States of America,
10cc,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Barrington Levy,
Loose Ends,
Ronnie Foster,
Lucky Dragons,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
LL Cool J,
Roger Hodgson,
Barry Ungar,
The Modern Lovers,
Delta 5,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
cv313,
Ponytail,
Surgeon,
Aaron Thompson,
Danielle Patucci,
The Invisible,
The Count Five,
X-101,
Jandek,
Gichy Dan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Sheep,
Trumans Water,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ohio Players,
Hasil Adkins,
Accadde A,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Doors,
Audionom,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soulsonic Force,
Darondo,
Skriet,
Slick Rick,
Scion,
Index,
Q65,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
David Axelrod,
The Dirtbombs,
The Velvet Underground,
Brothers Johnson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pantytec,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.