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 Pakistan and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sällskapet to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Main Source,
Yusef Lateef,
The Modern Lovers,
Surgeon,
The Music Machine,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lightning Bolt,
Loose Ends,
Henry Cow,
Tears for Fears,
Silicon Teens,
Skaos,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Smog,
Spandau Ballet,
The Count Five,
Alice Coltrane,
Hasil Adkins,
Youth Brigade,
Tubeway Army,
Liliput,
Sight & Sound,
Theoretical Girls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bad Manners,
Rosa Yemen,
Massinfluence,
Neil Young,
The Shadows of Knight,
Albert Ayler,
The Cramps,
Livin' Joy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gichy Dan,
Thee Headcoats,
Lindisfarne,
Jacob Miller,
Joyce Sims,
Dawn Penn,
Black Pus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Thompson Twins,
Second Layer,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
World's Most,
Kerrie Biddell,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Minnie Riperton,
Audionom,
Ultimate Spinach,
Make Up,
The Stooges,
Joey Negro,
The Move,
Al Stewart,
Hashim,
Amon Düül II,
Bootsy Collins,
Ossler,
Anthony Braxton,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.