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 Moldova and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Albert Ayler to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet 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?
The Leaves,
ABC,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rekid,
Bill Wells,
Alton Ellis,
Panda Bear,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Goldenarms,
David Bowie,
Brass Construction,
These Immortal Souls,
Popol Vuh,
DJ Sneak,
Hasil Adkins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Yellowson,
the Bar-Kays,
Aaron Thompson,
Stiv Bators,
Visage,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Techniques,
Arab on Radar,
New Order,
Pharoah Sanders,
Spandau Ballet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Henry Cow,
The Human League,
The Smiths,
Bobby Byrd,
The Mummies,
Ten City,
Hashim,
the Germs,
Drexciya,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Albert Ayler,
Swell Maps,
MC5,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kurtis Blow,
Excepter,
The Victims,
The Sound,
Janne Schatter,
Gichy Dan,
KRS-One,
Rites of Spring,
Schoolly D,
Bootsy Collins,
The Doobie Brothers,
The United States of America,
X-Ray Spex,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Steve Hackett,
Patti Smith,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.