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 Brazil and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Trumans Water to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin 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 arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Amazonics,
Howard Jones,
The Last Poets,
Aaron Thompson,
New Age Steppers,
Y Pants,
Khruangbin,
Essential Logic,
Faust,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Kinks,
The Modern Lovers,
Henry Cow,
Rod Modell,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Minor Threat,
The Move,
Soft Cell,
FM Einheit,
Ten City,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Matthew Halsall,
The Count Five,
The Litter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Echospace,
Boz Scaggs,
Ornette Coleman,
The Beau Brummels,
Grauzone,
Kas Product,
Ronnie Foster,
Intrusion,
LL Cool J,
Absolute Body Control,
Monks,
Spoonie Gee,
Wolf Eyes,
Barbara Tucker,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Association,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Morten Harket,
Deadbeat,
The Raincoats,
Wasted Youth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wings,
Banda Bassotti,
Cluster,
Amon Düül,
Rosa Yemen,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Magma,
John Holt,
Japan,
The Residents,
Minnie Riperton,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.