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 Jamaica and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bob Dylan to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tommy Roe,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
JFA,
The Music Machine,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joey Negro,
Brass Construction,
The Associates,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nirvana,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Chris Corsano,
Basic Channel,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Count Five,
World's Most,
Bill Near,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crispy Ambulance,
Slick Rick,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Maleditus Sound,
Porter Ricks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bronski Beat,
Television Personalities,
Joy Division,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobby Womack,
Clear Light,
Rites of Spring,
The Dave Clark Five,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Moody Blues,
The Star Department,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Qualms,
John Lydon,
E-Dancer,
Sight & Sound,
Pylon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Stooges,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Blackbyrds,
LL Cool J,
Al Stewart,
Goldenarms,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Vainqueur,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Blancmange,
Sällskapet,
MC5,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.