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 Turkey and from Bremen.
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 Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
The Move,
Carl Craig,
Patti Smith,
The American Breed,
Country Teasers,
T.S.O.L.,
Panda Bear,
Scientists,
Main Source,
The Star Department,
Sällskapet,
Harry Pussy,
Letta Mbulu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Angels of Light,
ABBA,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lou Christie,
The Martian,
The Detroit Cobras,
Vainqueur,
Scott Walker,
The Skatalites,
Ken Boothe,
L. Decosne,
Shuggie Otis,
Maurizio,
the Human League,
Wings,
The Tremeloes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Excepter,
Mad Mike,
Alphaville,
E-Dancer,
Nik Kershaw,
The Busters,
The Barracudas,
the Germs,
Duran Duran,
The Real Kids,
Steve Hackett,
cv313,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Theoretical Girls,
Aural Exciters,
Brothers Johnson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roy Ayers,
48th St. Collective,
Kevin Saunderson,
Little Man,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Victims,
Eurythmics,
Quadrant,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Quando Quango,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.