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 Sierra Leone and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 The Knickerbockers to the crunk 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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Panda Bear,
Todd Rundgren,
Porter Ricks,
Roger Hodgson,
a-ha,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cheater Slicks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Blackbyrds,
MDC,
James Chance & The Contortions,
New York Dolls,
Aaron Thompson,
Chrome,
Deepchord,
Average White Band,
Con Funk Shun,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Stockholm Monsters,
Maleditus Sound,
Grey Daturas,
Technova,
Derrick May,
Silicon Teens,
Rakim,
Mo-Dettes,
Unrelated Segments,
Fugazi,
Hoover,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Beau Brummels,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Reuben Wilson,
Lightning Bolt,
Supertramp,
Todd Terry,
Glenn Branca,
Alton Ellis,
James White and The Blacks,
Erasure,
the Slits,
Oblivians,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Red Krayola,
Andrew Hill,
Malaria!,
Shuggie Otis,
Das Ding,
Ultravox,
DJ Style,
Mantronix,
Archie Shepp,
Inner City,
Joe Smooth,
Hot Snakes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Real Kids,
Arab on Radar,
The Gladiators,
Outsiders,
Dawn Penn,
David Axelrod,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.