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 Kazakhstan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Evens to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a spring reverb 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Vladislav Delay,
Excepter,
Sam Rivers,
the Swans,
the Soft Cell,
The Grass Roots,
Eden Ahbez,
Marcia Griffiths,
U.S. Maple,
Main Source,
Cymande,
Flipper,
The Smoke,
Outsiders,
Lakeside,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Basic Channel,
The Golliwogs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fatback Band,
Index,
A Flock of Seagulls,
ABBA,
Electric Prunes,
Henry Cow,
The Cowsills,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Deakin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
These Immortal Souls,
Ken Boothe,
Alphaville,
Warsaw,
Groovy Waters,
Cheater Slicks,
Silicon Teens,
Skriet,
Young Marble Giants,
New Order,
The Stooges,
Surgeon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Altered Images,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
James White and The Blacks,
Suicide,
Yaz,
Howard Jones,
Harpers Bizarre,
Neu!,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joe Smooth,
X-Ray Spex,
a-ha,
Todd Rundgren,
Thompson Twins,
Sarah Menescal,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.