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 Austria and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sam Rivers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes 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 harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Motorama,
The Cowsills,
The New Christs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Max Romeo,
Ludus,
Marshall Jefferson,
New Order,
Gil Scott Heron,
DNA,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Flag,
The Fall,
Quantec,
Gang Gang Dance,
Judy Mowatt,
the Bar-Kays,
Chrome,
Yusef Lateef,
The Sonics,
Faraquet,
Erykah Badu,
Essential Logic,
Donny Hathaway,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rhythm & Sound,
Brothers Johnson,
The Divine Comedy,
Steve Hackett,
The Mummies,
Reuben Wilson,
cv313,
Goldenarms,
Ultra Naté,
Thompson Twins,
Juan Atkins,
Moby Grape,
Bauhaus,
Kenny Larkin,
Colin Newman,
The Sound,
Eli Mardock,
Godley & Creme,
Johnny Clarke,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marc Almond,
Black Bananas,
The Remains,
The Fire Engines,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Theoretical Girls,
Bob Dylan,
Ossler,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobby Sherman,
Adolescents,
Liliput,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Terry Callier,
the Association,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.