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 South Sudan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 John Cale to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Agent Orange,
OOIOO,
The Human League,
Kas Product,
Amazonics,
Loose Ends,
Curtis Mayfield,
Procol Harum,
Mark Hollis,
Pole,
Idris Muhammad,
Sexual Harrassment,
Matthew Halsall,
The Sound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sister Nancy,
U.S. Maple,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lalann,
Todd Rundgren,
New York Dolls,
Cluster,
Carl Craig,
Fluxion,
The Monochrome Set,
The Raincoats,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
KRS-One,
Rosa Yemen,
Althea and Donna,
Easy Going,
Wings,
Barry Ungar,
Anakelly,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joe Smooth,
Marine Girls,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Modern Lovers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Aaron Thompson,
Eurythmics,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Slackers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Darondo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Iggy Pop,
Bronski Beat,
Joensuu 1685,
Slave,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Suburban Knight,
La Düsseldorf,
Tom Boy,
Yellowson,
Tres Demented,
Delta 5,
Harpers Bizarre,
Stereo Dub,
Model 500,
Glenn Branca,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.