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 Russia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Soft Machine to the jazz 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe 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 chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Junior Murvin,
Young Marble Giants,
Lungfish,
Sixth Finger,
Leonard Cohen,
The Walker Brothers,
Cluster,
Charles Mingus,
E-Dancer,
Jerry's Kids,
Au Pairs,
Jeff Lynne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gichy Dan,
The Seeds,
Black Flag,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nas,
Quantec,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Aloha Tigers,
Carl Craig,
the Soft Cell,
Sonic Youth,
PIL,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pharoah Sanders,
KRS-One,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sarah Menescal,
The Gories,
Darondo,
Subhumans,
Barrington Levy,
Reuben Wilson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Amazonics,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rotary Connection,
The Moody Blues,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Blossom Toes,
Trumans Water,
Bill Wells,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
World's Most,
Tubeway Army,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Trojans,
Goldenarms,
the Normal,
Maurizio,
U.S. Maple,
Reagan Youth,
Janne Schatter,
Roxette,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.