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 Moldova and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the guitar 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 Soulsonic Force to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin 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 mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Eli Mardock,
The Five Americans,
Spandau Ballet,
Flamin' Groovies,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Maleditus Sound,
Pole,
Popol Vuh,
The Dave Clark Five,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wolf Eyes,
48th St. Collective,
Essential Logic,
June Days,
Monolake,
The Birthday Party,
Rod Modell,
Mandrill,
Peter & Gordon,
Man Parrish,
Aswad,
Sun Ra,
Nas,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eddi Front,
The Skatalites,
Joey Negro,
Das Ding,
Neil Young,
Tommy Roe,
The Fuzztones,
Michelle Simonal,
Oblivians,
The Shadows of Knight,
Delon & Dalcan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sister Nancy,
Mo-Dettes,
Japan,
John Cale,
Mr. Review,
Marvin Gaye,
Thee Headcoats,
Davy DMX,
The Cure,
Rotary Connection,
Tubeway Army,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Section 25,
The Sonics,
Amon Düül,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eden Ahbez,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
UT,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.