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 Uganda and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Soul Sonic Force to the grime 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro 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 organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Minnie Riperton,
48th St. Collective,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Quando Quango,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Swans,
The United States of America,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Searchers,
Moebius,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Terry Callier,
June Days,
Connie Case,
Ultra Naté,
Trumans Water,
The Five Americans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
D'Angelo,
Das Ding,
Junior Murvin,
F. McDonald,
Todd Terry,
Nick Fraelich,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Negative Approach,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pet Shop Boys,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crime,
Index,
Echospace,
Matthew Bourne,
AZ,
Tommy Roe,
Suburban Knight,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rakim,
Tim Buckley,
Reuben Wilson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Darondo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Sound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Spoonie Gee,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Mojo Men,
The Remains,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Interpol,
Spandau Ballet,
Amon Düül,
Cybotron,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sonic Youth,
John Foxx,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.