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 Jamaica and from Manila.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Crooked Eye 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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a sitar and a synthesizer 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 guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Harmonia,
The Gun Club,
Brand Nubian,
The Slackers,
Khruangbin,
Bizarre Inc.,
Al Stewart,
Make Up,
The Monochrome Set,
Robert Görl,
Electric Prunes,
Pylon,
Warsaw,
Animal Collective,
The Modern Lovers,
Scan 7,
The Moody Blues,
Sister Nancy,
Eric Copeland,
Andrew Hill,
Thompson Twins,
Jerry's Kids,
Hoover,
Ponytail,
Arthur Verocai,
Fad Gadget,
Barclay James Harvest,
Moebius,
Unrelated Segments,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Aural Exciters,
the Swans,
Parry Music,
The Electric Prunes,
The Index,
Rakim,
The United States of America,
Colin Newman,
Big Daddy Kane,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Smog,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Germs,
Visage,
The Count Five,
Young Marble Giants,
The Shadows of Knight,
Faust,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tim Buckley,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Flamin' Groovies,
La Düsseldorf,
Rhythm & Sound,
Blake Baxter,
Hasil Adkins,
Kayak,
Porter Ricks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sparks,
Jawbox,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.