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 Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 The Evens to the punk 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
The Walker Brothers,
Cybotron,
La Düsseldorf,
Bush Tetras,
Sister Nancy,
the Normal,
Maurizio,
Rapeman,
The Tremeloes,
Vainqueur,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Offenders,
The Moody Blues,
Junior Murvin,
The Electric Prunes,
Slick Rick,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Foxx,
The Cure,
The Sound,
Peter and Kerry,
June Days,
Public Enemy,
Hardrive,
Oblivians,
The Fugs,
Nik Kershaw,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hoover,
Bobby Womack,
Roy Ayers,
Black Pus,
Alton Ellis,
The Victims,
Kayak,
David Axelrod,
Toni Rubio,
Kerri Chandler,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Human League,
Sun Ra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Supertramp,
Faust,
Ludus,
Sixth Finger,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pantytec,
Los Fastidios,
Organ,
CMW,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
James White and The Blacks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wally Richardson,
This Heat,
Das Ding,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.