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 Bolivia 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the sitar 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 Procol Harum to the jazz 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
The Smoke,
The Alarm Clocks,
Michelle Simonal,
Ten City,
CMW,
Kas Product,
Roxette,
Slick Rick,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lucky Dragons,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fatback Band,
Whodini,
The Wake,
Average White Band,
Moby Grape,
The Fortunes,
Josef K,
Gregory Isaacs,
World's Most,
Pantaleimon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rosa Yemen,
Ponytail,
Agitation Free,
Rites of Spring,
R.M.O.,
Tres Demented,
Fad Gadget,
Steve Hackett,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Danielle Patucci,
Bauhaus,
Eddi Front,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joy Division,
Aural Exciters,
Oblivians,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The New Christs,
Television Personalities,
Freddie Wadling,
Circle Jerks,
Clear Light,
Pagans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Blossom Toes,
Radio Birdman,
the Human League,
Livin' Joy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wally Richardson,
Symarip,
The Fugs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bobby Byrd,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
One Last Wish,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.