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 Tunisia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Brothers Johnson to the funk 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes 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 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Buzzcocks,
Bill Near,
Essential Logic,
The Cramps,
Suburban Knight,
Wally Richardson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Flipper,
New Order,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Avey Tare,
The Real Kids,
Lyres,
Youth Brigade,
In Retrospect,
Harry Pussy,
Quadrant,
Hasil Adkins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Duran Duran,
The Walker Brothers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sun Ra,
Newcleus,
Rakim,
Au Pairs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Invisible,
Lakeside,
Judy Mowatt,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jerry's Kids,
Soul Sonic Force,
Albert Ayler,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The J.B.'s,
Amazonics,
Excepter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Man Parrish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Bananas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Moebius,
Althea and Donna,
PIL,
Kenny Larkin,
Parry Music,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
48th St. Collective,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sex Pistols,
Idris Muhammad,
D'Angelo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Subhumans,
the Bar-Kays,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gabor Szabo,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.