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 Ecuador and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba 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 Jeff Lynne to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin 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 clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
JFA,
Kerrie Biddell,
Technova,
Fela Kuti,
Pylon,
Isaac Hayes,
X-102,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bauhaus,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hasil Adkins,
Derrick Morgan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Can,
Rosa Yemen,
Juan Atkins,
Unwound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tubeway Army,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scion,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Unrelated Segments,
Judy Mowatt,
Junior Murvin,
Alice Coltrane,
Erasure,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ken Boothe,
Erykah Badu,
Max Romeo,
Underground Resistance,
Bobby Womack,
The Cramps,
Joy Division,
The Litter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jandek,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kas Product,
Tim Buckley,
Ponytail,
Dennis Brown,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Selecter,
New Order,
Aaron Thompson,
Marine Girls,
R.M.O.,
In Retrospect,
Easy Going,
Mars,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Holt,
Niagra,
Whodini,
Connie Case,
The Leaves,
Essential Logic,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.