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 Malaysia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cluster to the funk 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin 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 linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
The Golliwogs,
These Immortal Souls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Subhumans,
Gabor Szabo,
Tears for Fears,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Arcadia,
Cal Tjader,
Jesper Dahlback,
La Düsseldorf,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kenny Larkin,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Albert Ayler,
Iggy Pop,
The Smoke,
Quantec,
The Barracudas,
Ten City,
X-Ray Spex,
Absolute Body Control,
Slave,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Last Poets,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
PIL,
Yusef Lateef,
Metal Thangz,
New Order,
kango's stein massive,
Smog,
Hoover,
The Dave Clark Five,
In Retrospect,
Aloha Tigers,
Groovy Waters,
The Beau Brummels,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soul II Soul,
Anthony Braxton,
Arthur Verocai,
Nas,
FM Einheit,
Scrapy,
Au Pairs,
Blossom Toes,
Alton Ellis,
Fluxion,
Kayak,
Pere Ubu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lucky Dragons,
Magma,
June Days,
Boredoms,
The Fortunes,
Glenn Branca,
Lower 48,
Trumans Water,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.