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 Jordan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sarah Menescal 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ponytail,
Mantronix,
The Cramps,
Neu!,
The Smoke,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Arab on Radar,
The Fortunes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobby Womack,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soft Machine,
Franke,
The Victims,
Japan,
Trumans Water,
Youth Brigade,
Rotary Connection,
June Days,
Clear Light,
Matthew Halsall,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wally Richardson,
Ice-T,
Robert Görl,
DJ Style,
Essential Logic,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Altered Images,
The Fire Engines,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dual Sessions,
Joy Division,
Johnny Clarke,
The Modern Lovers,
Negative Approach,
Ronnie Foster,
Joensuu 1685,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Minny Pops,
Joe Finger,
Todd Rundgren,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Radio Birdman,
Camberwell Now,
Gichy Dan,
Tom Boy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Davy DMX,
Masters at Work,
Icehouse,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Sonics,
Anthony Braxton,
PIL,
Wire,
Fatback Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Lydon,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.