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 Chile and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Moleskins to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
World's Most,
John Cale,
Mo-Dettes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Main Source,
The Busters,
Duran Duran,
Yusef Lateef,
Colin Newman,
Roxette,
Ponytail,
The Seeds,
Alison Limerick,
Lucky Dragons,
the Swans,
Godley & Creme,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dark Day,
Hasil Adkins,
Alphaville,
Negative Approach,
The Associates,
Bad Manners,
Bobby Byrd,
Pere Ubu,
Black Moon,
Blossom Toes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sonny Sharrock,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rites of Spring,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pole,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
KRS-One,
Interpol,
Smog,
Marcia Griffiths,
Brand Nubian,
Pulsallama,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pantytec,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scion,
Cybotron,
Bill Near,
New Order,
The Happenings,
The Angels of Light,
the Sonics,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.