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 Taiwan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 David Bowie 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 Simply Red to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro 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 güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Moody Blues,
B.T. Express,
Essential Logic,
In Retrospect,
Brand Nubian,
The Walker Brothers,
Accadde A,
Danielle Patucci,
Warsaw,
Neil Young,
Judy Mowatt,
Neu!,
Rekid,
Marmalade,
The Dirtbombs,
Tommy Roe,
KRS-One,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Peter and Kerry,
Yaz,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eddi Front,
Siglo XX,
Unwound,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Slits,
Ossler,
Ken Boothe,
Maleditus Sound,
Gong,
Idris Muhammad,
Barry Ungar,
Bang On A Can,
Jacob Miller,
Nico,
Guru Guru,
Mr. Review,
La Düsseldorf,
Parry Music,
Terry Callier,
Gang of Four,
Popol Vuh,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sound Behaviour,
The Moleskins,
The Vogues,
Lee Hazlewood,
Y Pants,
Ultravox,
Kaleidoscope,
Freddie Wadling,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fela Kuti,
Alphaville,
The Index,
Scrapy,
Pole,
Albert Ayler,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.