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 Australia and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lower 48 to the punk 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Das Ding,
Patti Smith,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Albert Ayler,
Chris Corsano,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Metal Thangz,
Inner City,
Panda Bear,
Soft Cell,
Skaos,
Lakeside,
Monolake,
Electric Prunes,
Desert Stars,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Peter & Gordon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Essential Logic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Coltrane,
The Wake,
Pussy Galore,
Danielle Patucci,
Sam Rivers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Susan Cadogan,
The Move,
John Cale,
Terrestrial Tones,
Grey Daturas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Invisible,
Sister Nancy,
The Trojans,
New York Dolls,
Khruangbin,
Dorothy Ashby,
Swell Maps,
Prince Buster,
Kerri Chandler,
Infiniti,
The Angels of Light,
Matthew Halsall,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Trumans Water,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nik Kershaw,
FM Einheit,
Pantytec,
Gastr Del Sol,
Severed Heads,
The United States of America,
DNA,
The Pop Group,
Schoolly D,
The Mojo Men,
The Count Five,
Gregory Isaacs,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.