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 Yemen and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Bobbi Humphrey to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum 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 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Josef K,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobby Byrd,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Intrusion,
Nirvana,
Mantronix,
Amon Düül II,
Fugazi,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The New Christs,
Rakim,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Los Fastidios,
Yusef Lateef,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Angels of Light,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Gun Club,
Main Source,
Kaleidoscope,
Excepter,
Delta 5,
Reuben Wilson,
Tomorrow,
The Evens,
Erykah Badu,
Grey Daturas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Archie Shepp,
Erasure,
La Düsseldorf,
Soft Machine,
The Birthday Party,
Echospace,
The Remains,
World's Most,
Dave Gahan,
Oneida,
The Last Poets,
Letta Mbulu,
Can,
Cybotron,
Simply Red,
Deakin,
Parry Music,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tubeway Army,
Groovy Waters,
Urselle,
The Blackbyrds,
Avey Tare,
Minutemen,
Little Man,
Matthew Halsall,
Subhumans,
Livin' Joy,
K-Klass,
Television Personalities,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.